Tonight I'm feeling the electricity coming back on.
Maybe its a that thing they call a crush but for some reason I wish your presence was here.
I miss you.
I want to be around you and I'm tired of pretending for the sake of what they think is best for him.
What about what I want?
I want my life to be made up of small amazing moments.
1,000,000 of them.
Maybe I want to experience some of them with him.
So what.
I want to experience something new to know what else is out there.
He's cute, adorable, and innocent.
I can tell him my dreams and epiphanies on life and he wants to know where he can get his own.
He wants to understand why I am the way I am, and that's all I ever wanted.
Someone to like the real me.
Someone to wonder about me.