Someone who will be able to trick me into telling some of my most embarrassing memories without making me mad at them
Someone who will grab me by the hand and drag me kicking and screaming onto a dance floor and still make me enjoy it
Someone who will actually understand and keep up with everything I am saying when I start to ramble
Someone who will make me want to hear a compliment but won’t do it that often making it even more special
Someone who won’t let me get away with saying something hurtful, even if it’s on accident
Someone who will understand every little quirk and fault and love me the more for them
Someone who will understand that I don’t like receiving gifts and accepting it
Someone who could make me attempt to take a risk but wouldn’t press if it became to much
Someone who doesn’t freak out when I cry but simply holds me and tells me it’s alright
Someone who gets that I don’t like public displays of affection but who would steal the occasional kiss anyway
Someone who wouldn’t make me feel stupid even if he did know more than I did
Someone who would lie awake watching me sleep even when he didn’t know I was really awake
Someone who would admit when he was wrong
Someone who wouldn’t bring me roses for Valentine’s but would search everywhere to find me a pack of strawberries even though they weren’t in season
Someone who would catch me every time I fell down the steps and who would feel horrible when he didn’t
Someone who wouldn’t mind that sometimes I just needed to be left alone
Someone who would read one of my books without me knowing just to discuss it with me, even if it was to tell how much he hated it
Someone who wouldn’t mind being dragged to museums every single weekend and who would actually anticipate going
Someone who would know I needed coffee even before I did
Someone who could make me believe that I looked pretty even on the worst hair day of my life
Someone who would tell me that he liked my cooking and laugh when I told him not to lie
Someone who would impress my daddy but realize that to him he’ll never be good enough for him
Someone who could understand how attached I am to certain books because he had the same type of attachments
Someone who would go to a Broadway play even if he hated it
Someone who would want to call every day while he was gone but wouldn’t because he knew it might annoy me
Someone who could make up for my lack of spontaneity with his own
Someone who would give me a stupid nickname just to watch me squirm in embarrassment because he found it cute
Someone who never felt like he had to change himself for me and who I never felt I had to change myself for
Someone who I could consider to be my best friend
Someone who knew never to send me flowers or chocolate
Someone who wouldn’t be able to wait to introduce me to his parents and who would tell me over and over again that I needed to calm down
Someone who would never get jealous about me spending time with any of my guy friends
Someone who could finish my sentences
Someone who even my friends would approve of
Someone who wouldn’t be annoyed if I cried because of a movie I had seen a thousand times
Someone who would sing me to sleep even if he hated to sing
Someone who would help me get over writer's block but then would start to distract me from my writing
Someone who would never make me go anywhere alone especially while driving unless absolutely necessary
Someone who would like my friends even if he had no clue what they were saying half the time
Someone who would hide notes all over our house when we moved in just for me to find the last one years later
Someone who would drag me to a store and make me buy new clothes that were NOT shoes
Someone who could convince me to remove myself from the computer with a small smile
Someone who would teach me how to tie a tie, just so I could fix his every morning before work
Someone who would never consider taking me to the beach with all the icky sand
Someone who would think the perfect anniversary gift would be a trip for two to either: Egypt, the United Kingdom, or Australia
Someone who would read this ten years from now and not laugh at all the ideals a fifteen year old girl had of the perfect man
Someone who loved me for me and no other reason
Someone like that is someone who I could love
But I’m not sure someone like that exists . . .
A girl can wish can’t she?