Words of a teenage escapist.

I want a boy who laughs as easily as the wind, a boy who can still manage to read a favored book past midnight with sleepy eyes but a contented mind, a boy whose smile reaches the corners of his eyes, a boy whose words are more beautiful than sunsets, a boy who gets lost in quiet reading.

I want a boy whose mere voice can lull me to sleep in the darkness of the night, a boy who smells of clean bath soap and pine, a boy whose strange yet endearing, a boy who’s willing to stare at the sea all day long with me as we watch the sun dip into infinity, a boy who’s worth more than a thousand words.

But sadly, all of these might be too much to ask which is why I will probably die alone surrounded by all my future cats.