It’s always the ones so far away that desire to romance my heart, that want to curl up beside me, kiss my cheeks and hold my hand. It’s always those boys wearing adorable smiles, with their soft looking skin and their beautiful words, that make me feel appreciated from afar. It’s always the ones, you know the ones who pull the perfect string, to make your heart sing. It’s always, always, always them. I need one of those; curly hair, cheeky smile and arms for me to slip perfectly into.
