More than anything else,
I want love.
Not the fake love that you see in the movies,
Or in other people's "relationships."
I want to find real love.
The kind of love that only a few people are lucky enough to have.
The kind of love that makes you stop and smile randomly during your day.
I want to love,
And be loved.
I want to find that one guy,
The guy who will bring me flowers for no reason,
Make me soup when I'm sick,
Tell me that he loves me just as a reminder,
Tell me that I'm beautiful,
And he never looses a chance to be with me.
That's what I want.
Just a nice, decent guy,
Who I can fall completely,
Head over heels
In love with.

But I'm afraid that the love I want,
Doesn't really exist.
That the guy I want,
Will never come around
That all my dreams only exist in fairy tales.
But more than anything else,
I'm afraid that I will never get my chance to love.