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◀ Wednesday, July 10, 2013

I want to fall in love again. I want the feeling of butterflies in my stomach when I look into his eyes. I want him to make me feel special, make me feel beautiful, wanted, secure.

I want him to have my last first kiss. I want to have his last first kiss. I want to cuddle with him every night and wake up next to him every morning, hugging me. Even if we don't spend every night together, I want him to call me and talk to me till we fall asleep on the phone. I want to laze around at home on weekends with him. I want to drink in bed with him, and I want to fall asleep in his arms, drunk on alcohol and high on our love. I want him to hold back my hair when I've had too much to drink. I want him to pick me up off the ground when I fall on my drunk knees. I want him to still think I'm beautiful when I'm in my PJs and makeup-less.

I want to go for shows with him. I want him to hoist me up on his shoulders so that I can have the perfect view. I want him to hold me from behind and enjoy the live music together. I want him to proudly introduce me to his friends, as the love of his life. I want him to hold my hand every moment we're outside. I want him to randomly plant kisses on me and hold me close.

I want him to love every part of me. My flaws, my bad tattoos, and my insecurities. I want him to love me with all his heart, and I want him to never get sick of me. Because I will love him with all my heart, with everything I have.

I want entangled legs under the table, pink daises and red roses, apologies at my gate, snuggling on rainy days, taking in his scent, long kisses, bear hugs, anniversaries, everything.

I want him to be my Konstantine.

I want him to come into my life. And I want him to come into my life soon. I want to fall in love again