The “perfect” type.
I want us to be comfortable with each each other. I want us to see each other at our worst and still say I love you. I want to be able to wrap my arms around you with you not wearing make-up, say that you’re beautiful and actually mean it. We can sit there, dazed, butterflies rumbling through our tummies, sweaty palms and chap lips and it’ll all be worth it jsut to be there. Even if we never see each other as much, just know that everytime I’m with you, it’s my favorite day. Your bed is pretty comfy to lay on, we don’t need to have sex. We can cuddle, lay there and talk, or fall asleep on each other. I give you little kisses, you give me little licks, I give you hickeys even though you’ll get in trouble with your mom, you slap me, and then I play mad. We make up as if nothing happened. I want this. I want you. I’ve learned from ym past, I’ve learned from my mistakes. I promise I won’t rush and make big mistakes I’ll regret later. I just hope this will be different.