stolen from cristina
i want a guy:
who can wrestle with me and let me win.... who i can talk to about anything... who laughs at my jokes.... who puts my cold hands in his warm hoodie pockets.... who lets me use his sweatshirt for a pillow.... who will kiss me in the rain, in the sunshine, and in the snow.... whos calls unexpectedly.... who will have many inside jokes with me and remember each one.... who notices haircuts.... who realizes that i say things but dont always mean them.... who i can go swimming with on hot days.... who can tell me his problems and let me help.... who will listen to me talk... who will bring me seashells from the beach.... who will let me beat him up when i get angry.... who writes love letters to me, but doesnt send them.... who draws pictures and slips them gently into my locker slot.... who saves his genuine, big smiles for me.... with deep eyes, that can see through faces into depths... who gives me his t-shirt to change into and doesn't expect to get it back.... who knows my favorite color, song, car, vegetable, perfume and the color of my toothbrush.... who will shake my dad's hand and look my mom in the eye.... who will call me by my full name--first, middle and last.... who willl know when something is wrong when i'm trying my best to put on an act... who will kiss me and tell me i'm beautiful.... who will let me cry on him.... who will hold me & kiss my cheek.... who suprises me... who compliments and plays with my hair.... who will brag about me to all of his friends...who will not tell his friends about intimate stuff we do... who isn't afraid to give me a great big hug right in front of his mom... who smells like he just stepped out of the shower... who wears cologne that i can subtly smell when i'm leaning on his shoulder.... who will not try to meet up with other girls if he knows i get jealous...who tells me that i have a nice laugh and a smile that lights up the room... who will simply be mine to hold.
who can wrestle with me and let me win.... who i can talk to about anything... who laughs at my jokes.... who puts my cold hands in his warm hoodie pockets.... who lets me use his sweatshirt for a pillow.... who will kiss me in the rain, in the sunshine, and in the snow.... whos calls unexpectedly.... who will have many inside jokes with me and remember each one.... who notices haircuts.... who realizes that i say things but dont always mean them.... who i can go swimming with on hot days.... who can tell me his problems and let me help.... who will listen to me talk... who will bring me seashells from the beach.... who will let me beat him up when i get angry.... who writes love letters to me, but doesnt send them.... who draws pictures and slips them gently into my locker slot.... who saves his genuine, big smiles for me.... with deep eyes, that can see through faces into depths... who gives me his t-shirt to change into and doesn't expect to get it back.... who knows my favorite color, song, car, vegetable, perfume and the color of my toothbrush.... who will shake my dad's hand and look my mom in the eye.... who will call me by my full name--first, middle and last.... who willl know when something is wrong when i'm trying my best to put on an act... who will kiss me and tell me i'm beautiful.... who will let me cry on him.... who will hold me & kiss my cheek.... who suprises me... who compliments and plays with my hair.... who will brag about me to all of his friends...who will not tell his friends about intimate stuff we do... who isn't afraid to give me a great big hug right in front of his mom... who smells like he just stepped out of the shower... who wears cologne that i can subtly smell when i'm leaning on his shoulder.... who will not try to meet up with other girls if he knows i get jealous...who tells me that i have a nice laugh and a smile that lights up the room... who will simply be mine to hold.