I would love it if I could find him. He would have large, warm hands to hold mine. To hold my face. He wouldn't care what I do to myself, but rather what I do to the relationship.Why do I always get the shortend of the stick? People tell me I'm lucky, I'm beautiful, I'm going to be somebody. But I want to be with someone. I'm better when I am. I'm more beautiful with someone, than I am alone.
I'm just so lonely. I love my friends, but they can only do so much. I want to be intimate. I want to be a hopeless romantic with someone. I want the stupidest little thing that EVERYONE takes for granted. That's all.
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