Snippets

Snippet #26

I want someone to send me handwritten letters. Someone who showers me in flowers and basks in my smiles.

I want someone who wants to annotate books for me, who watches my favorite shows with me, someone who understands the way I want to be loved and does everything in his power to love me in that way.

I want someone who makes my favorite drinks for me when I work, because they see how stressed I am and decides to spontaneously cook dinner just to show me that he cares. 

I want someone who thinks of me as their best friend, who sees me as a safe place to come home to. Someone who relies on me and trusts me even with their eyes closed.

I want someone who will love me at our best and our worst, who will still wipe my tears in our fights. Not someone who walks away as soon as they start to see my flaws. 

I want someone who doesn't make it feel like loving me is a chore, a burden that he has to carry.

Because that's how I'm willing to love. Is it so wrong to want for someone to love me in the same way?