Wanting Something
I’m inspired. I want so many things to change this summer for me, and that means there is no room for laziness. I want so much that it’s hard to figure out and prioritize. I am sure many can relate, but one thing sticks out the most, and for me it’s a girl. It can’t just be any girl because I can get any girl, I’ve gotten any girl. I want to find one that means something to me, and for me to mean something to her. Driving to California with Trevor and Alecia about two months ago I told them what my ideal girl was: a girl who can laugh with me when I am drunk at a party and not care.
I don’t want her to think I am the most attractive person in the world, or even the funniest, I just want her to appreciate everything about me because there isn’t anyone else like me. I want to go to concerts and rock out with her, take her outside and just sit and absorb everything. I want to spend a day with her and feel like a minute has gone by. I want someone to hang on my every word and never want me to stop, she can’t be waiting for her turn to talk, but she knows I will listen intently when she does. I want to be able to call her and tell her we should go to San Diego in the morning and she said she was thinking the same thing. Maybe we’ll go, maybe we won’t, the destination isn’t important. I want her to know that when I am a thousand miles away I am still there with her. I want to lay on the floor and listen to music as we playfully touch each other; waiting for something more serious to develop. I want that nervous pit in my stomach right before I kiss her for the first time, that’s what I miss the most.
I’ve only had that feeling once, and considering my track record, that’s pathetic. I don’t want to wait, I want to meet her tomorrow.
I don’t want her to think I am the most attractive person in the world, or even the funniest, I just want her to appreciate everything about me because there isn’t anyone else like me. I want to go to concerts and rock out with her, take her outside and just sit and absorb everything. I want to spend a day with her and feel like a minute has gone by. I want someone to hang on my every word and never want me to stop, she can’t be waiting for her turn to talk, but she knows I will listen intently when she does. I want to be able to call her and tell her we should go to San Diego in the morning and she said she was thinking the same thing. Maybe we’ll go, maybe we won’t, the destination isn’t important. I want her to know that when I am a thousand miles away I am still there with her. I want to lay on the floor and listen to music as we playfully touch each other; waiting for something more serious to develop. I want that nervous pit in my stomach right before I kiss her for the first time, that’s what I miss the most.
I’ve only had that feeling once, and considering my track record, that’s pathetic. I don’t want to wait, I want to meet her tomorrow.