I will fall for a boy who will….

Stand out in the rain with me

Cook with, or for me

Let me sing and dance to the radio

Keep surprising me

Remember the little things

Help me face my fears

Write me love notes

Always say what’s on his mind

Shut me up with kisses

Call me things like darling or babe

Hold me close when I cry

Kiss me on the forehead and tell me I’m beautiful

Make me laugh everyday

Count stars with me

Sing to me at random moments

I worry that when we finally meet

You will end up not liking me because of my excessive use of hyperbole.

I know my good attitude and sunny disposition would grate on your nerves.

I worry that my rebellious streak will piss you off. I have the hardest time following rules.

My inability to stay organized will frustrate you and so will the fact that I constantly lose my keys or something else that I need and don’t realize they’re lost until the last minute.