As I get older my skin get’s thicker, my emotions wiser and my patience for non sense shorter so in the end I can grow to surpass everyone who thinks I’m not worth the time and effort.

I want somebody to sleep with the rest of my life, and cuddle up during a movie, on a couch. Stay up all night talking about nothing. Challenge me, challenge him. Talk about dreams, make dreams. Have fights, the kind that only really matter as long as you’re having them. Someone I can wrestle with, you know, play hard sometimes and not worry about breaking a nail or an arm. A guy who will bring me small gifts once in a while, maybe a flower too, or a shell of some sort. Something he saw that made him think “this might make my girl smile” as he smiles to himself. 
A guy who wants me, even needs me, just a little, enough to hold onto me with everything he’s got.