And if you really need him, fate won't let you lose him, fate will bring him back. It may not be soon, but he will come back.
I crave you in the most innocent form. I crave to say good night and give you forhead kisses, and to say that I adore you when you feel at your worst. I crave you in ways where I just want to be next to you and nothing more or less.
I may be a woman who can hadle shit on her own, but I don't want to. I want romance, and believe me, it can't ever get to cheesy. The cute texts, the little surprises, the in-jokes... I want to be taken care of, yes, I can take care of myself but it feels nice to be taken care of, to have someone that misses you, someone that wants to make things better for you, someone that want all the bad things. And the kissing. By God, do I want all the kissing.
Ever since we met, I've known that we're special. That the way we talk and laugh around each other is different than everybody else. That I will never meet anyone I can trust as much as I can trust you. And I think most people search their whole lives to find what we've already found.