So I was looking through my writing folder and organizing things, and I found something that I wrote in my junior year of high school, after reading Shakespeare's Sonnet 130 in Lit class:
I don't want your everyday, run-of-the-mill, "your eyes are like the stars" kinda love. I want someone who will see me with muddy sweatpants and wet hair and think I'm the most beautiful creature on this earth. I want someone who'll drive 3 hours in the pouring rain just to see me. I want someone to laugh so hard with that milk shoots out my nose. I want someone who'll beg to dance with me even though they hate dancing in the first place. I want that knock-em-dead, head-over-heels, crazy in love kinda love. Some people say it can't exist, but I know it's out there somewhere. And I'm holding out for that kind of love. That's what I'm waiting for.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
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