Why it is that whenever I listen to Fidelity by Regina Spektor I just have the biggest urge to fall madly in love with someone. Not just anyone of course, but someone who can make me laugh, make me happy. That's all I want really. They don't have to be really successful, or over-protective. Jealous around others who hug me or really touchie-feelie. I just want someone I can laugh with, who doesn't mind holding me every once in awhile, or suprising me with a kiss. Someone I can imagine growing old with, even if 'old' is a lot to expect. Where someone will find us after years of putting up with one another, in the kitchen, tossing flour at one another, laughing, and making a humongous mess we know we'll have to clean up later. But who cares? It would be fun. They don't have to be particularily great at anything, and I have no preference in looks really. Bad habits can be ignored, maybe even liked if quirky qualities. They don't have to be mushy or incredibly sweet, they could be stoic and find it hard to express themselves. Maybe even a little troubling sometimes. Just as long as I get a little attention when there's no one else to show off for, no one to feel uncomfortable around, no one to put up a front for. Someone who isn't afraid to show me their real self, and who I can trust enough to show mine. I don't want a prince charming, just a white knight to hold me in the evenings and be there in the morning. Is this too much to ask I wonder? Probably. But what's the problem in dreaming really...? |
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