of course i thought about you when i wrote this,...
i think about love frequently.
i think everyone has their personal definition of love.
the other day i was watching an indian movie and they say, "pyaar dosti hai" meaning love is friendship. i agree with that completely.
i want to marry my best friend, (which sucks cuz i can't ever replace fariz, but i know i don't want to marry him).
i just hope that when i'm married that he is my everything, the one i'd call at 2am for whatever reason, the one i tell my deepest darkest secrets to, the one i can complain to even if i'm complaining about him.
but then of course more than friendship. i believe in god and fate and destiny, so i know that whatever path my life takes its the one god wanted for me, and i'll be happy with that.
i hope that i'm passionate and intimate and kisses and hugs always give me goosebumps and shivers and butterflies in my stomach. i also hope that there is no comparison in my mind to how amazzing my guy is. i want to talk 30 times a day and talk about stupid things, advice, worries, happy things, everything, and still have endless things to talk about besides bills and plans. i hope that dates never end and going to the movies is still a big deal, and that i stop wishing that what i'm watching in a movie is something my man did, and that he would. every lyric of course should remind me of him, and i'll hopefully be able to find connections with everything to him, cuz he should be amazing like that. that we were each others favorites. that we could do anything imaginable together. that he was my comfort, my shoulder to lean on, words of encouragement & optimism , my pat on the back, and i his. i hope he is cuddly, ohh and a really good massager!! :] haha he better have good initials, and a really cool last name, eh or i'll mesh our last names together. 'til death do us part, but then more, and that he'd be one of those cutie oldies that could just never ever think about another woman ever again, if i passed first. a true gentlemen. a casual friend. ohhh and at work, since he couldn't have any personal pictures, he'd keep a secret photo in his top drawer of me and look at it randomly throughout the day. hold hands and be cute and hug! he better be that manly protective, but not too protective, cuz we'd have a trusting fun relationship. and anytime he'd leave or i'd leave for a business trip or whatnot, that it seemed like years apart, because each day was soo soo very special. that we were each others inspiration. and knew one another better than we knew ourselves. passionate kisses in a summer storm and meadows filled with daisies. endless dates with everything amazing and true. smiles for miles always. petty arguments, with cute makeups. his her. everything and then some. i'd finally have someone to look good for, besides myself. drive, fly, do whatever to see each other for even a brief second, if it meant seeing each others faces. grow old together.
foolish. unreasonable. illogical. irreplaceable.