24.9.11

Wanting. Wishing. Hoping. Knowing

What do I want?
I want a boy who is my best friend. A boy who is honest and open, a boy who tells me when I look a mess that I look like a mess, a boy that tells me when I do something right and when I do something wrong. I want a boy who makes me laugh...alot. I want a boy who makes my heart beat like a humming birds wings. I want a boy who is smart and a go-getter. I want a boy who lets me feel safe when I'm feeling scared. I want to wish on a shooting star and to know that my wish will come true.
What do I wish?
I wish that boys would just be straight forward. I hate these stupid guessing games. If you like me let me know. If not and you just wanna be friends, thats way cool too. Just let us know. Boys- stop being  a "player" thinking that its cool and  stop trying not to hurt our feelings by leading us on. I wish that I didn't worry what I looked like. I wish I had something witty to say all the time. I wish I was the girl any guy would want. I wish for a love story that will last a life time and will make other girls strive the what I have. I wish for the hope to always continue on.
What do I hope?
I hope every one would realize how many people care for them. I hope that I don't miss my opportunities. I hope I make a good impression on you. I hope that things will all work out. I hope that people would just love and forget hate and anger. I hope for a better path. I hope for the life I wish and want.
What do I know?
I know love is real. I know my parents, siblings, and friends love me. I know that I have everything I need right now. I know that when things don't work out that its for the better and that I needed that experience to make me the type of person I want to be. I know that everyday won't be sunny. I know that its only in the dark that you see the stars and those stars are what will lead you back home. I know that if I make myself the best person I could be that I will find the boy that will be the best boy for me too. I know that anything is possible.


XOXO Love always,
M.

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