I want a boy.
A nice boy.
A boy who has shaggy hair and lets me play with it.
Someone who would move the hair away from my eyes and then kiss me.
Hold my hand in line at the mall and make all the girls jealous.
A pretty boy. But not so pretty I feel awkward.
Someone who wears the same size as me in girls pants.
Someone who would think I was
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