The day a boy loves me,
ALL of me,
loves my awkward demeanor, my weird laugh, me without any
makeup, in my scrubbiest pajamas, my silliness, cheesiness,
horrible cooking skills, my love for writing everything down,
my habit of making lists, love for taking pictures, addiction
to white chocolate mochas and Sour Patch Kids;
the day a boy knows all of this and more about me,
will be the day I know I've found him.
And if it's not him, then I'll know I was
pretty darn close.
♥
