Someone to pet dogs with. Someone to sing with. Someone that doesn’t mind my horrible singing. Someone I can make laugh. Someone to cry with. Someone emotional. Someone open minded. Someone who hears and takes my point of view into consideration. Someone who celebrates me. Someone who makes me laugh. Someone who makes my cheeks hurt. Someone to dance with. Someone who is serious. Someone who is indifferent about humans the way I am. Someone to eat pie with. Someone who can handle my bossiness. Someone to play with. Someone to wrestle with. Someone who can admit when I’m right. Someone to read with. Someone to read to. Someone to dance with. Someone who likes to learn. Someone who likes to try new things. Someone that finds it hard to say no to me. Someone to productively fight with. Someone that I want to make up with every time. Someone who is obsessed with me. Someone who daydreams about me. Someone who sees no one else but me. Someone to drink in bed with. Someone to listen to ...
stories of trauma and love