Why is it that sometimes when you ask for love, you get tipsy turvy madness instead?
I want someone who thinks about me when I'm not around. Who isn't ashamed to tell me they missed me. Who's not afraid to tell me how they feel. Who backs up "I love you", with "here, let me show you".
I don't care that much what he/she looks like. Beauty is found in
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