Finding a lover is effortless for some people. They only want a few things: Someone attractive, kind, funny or rich.
What I want, what I desire, is so much more.
An intelligent mind that wakes up thoughts in me I didn't realize were hibernating.
I want to converse, analyze and debate without being conscious of the sun rising and falling between our words.
I want to make a witty remark at a coffee shop so he can reply sarcastically just for me to jab back immediately and him to comeback back playfully until we're both laughing stomach shaking spit flying the whole store staring and we leave without coffee
I want our hands to stitch together perfectly like two lost puzzle pieces; one found under the couch cushion one found in a junk drawer the rest of the puzzle already thrown away but these two pieces remain and they fit
I want to fall in love together then together fall in love with art, museums, songs, poems T.V shows, radio jingles, greek food, backroads, our mutual hatred for pop culture, doing the dishes (as long as he washes and I dry) wrong turns, piled up laundry, life. Just fall in love with life.
I want to hurt with him I want to save the world with him I want to meet, see, understand and experience all that is foreign with him.
I feel that it will only take us meeting and it'll only be history and happiness from then on.
It's just a matter of if a love like that could ever be and if a love like that could ever be for me.