The real me. Nothing more, nothing less. | I want the kind of love where I talk about anything, and they’ll listen and respect every word I’m saying. Where we can be honest with each other about our faults and still love each other. I want the kind of love where I can hold your hand when ever I want because it makes me feel safe and connected to you. I want the kind of love where I can run into your arms and you’ll catch me. Hold me. I want the kind of love where we can cuddle up and do nothing but just be in each others company. I want the kind of love where I can act like a little kid in all ways possible and he will join in with me and we can be each others playmates. I want the kind of love where I learn things. Where I’m not in competition but in companionship. Working together. Bonding. I want the kind of love where I never get bored of being around him. Where I could stay up all hours of the night just listening to his voice. Where being next to him is the equivalent to being in paradise because no matter where I am in the world, nothing would feeling right unless he was right there next to me. I want the kind of love where he is my “partner-in-crime”. Running our lives as if we could run the world side by side. I want the kind of love that is heart wrenchingly beautiful with a story that is unlike any other. I want the kind of love that makes me fall in love all over again every time he smiles at me. You see, I want this kind of love just like everyone else. Maybe not the same, but this is what I want. Not with anyone else, but with you. And I think it is funny, because we had it. We had all of this. And you let it go. I want the kind of love that only we could have. I want this kind of love with you.