091. If I can be honest.

I want a love. And I want problems.
I want a love that's going to make me smile at the very thought of their existence, their persistence to keep me around, and do nothing that makes me frown. And I'd be down even if they did clown on they way I dress or if my hair is a mess or if I don't dress to impress 7 days out the week because my eyes are weak in the mornings and I choose throw on something bleak like sweats and slippers; and I'm a grouch.
I want that kind of problem.
I want a love that's going to have birds singing Bryan Adam songs all day long and we'd always get along except for when I feel like the days couldn't be more long when you have things going and you wont be home until what seems like the break of dawn.
I want that kind of problem.
I want a love that's going to make me wish I had a heart on both sides of my body because the left side has become way too gaudy, too large and in charge with love so I'd try and talk to the man up above to see if he'd be down to recreate the same shape because I'm tired of leaning and not being able to stand up straight because of the weight my soul mate has created on my heart from the start. I want to be tired of singing "to the left to the left" and feel like theres nothing left on the right because its all moved left.
I want that kind of problem.
I want a love that's going to make me want to hold your hand in public for the first time and call you a dime, better yet a quarter and you will call my house your headquarters and I'd be down to play one on one for four quarters and there is full court press and then me and you can experience the press of skin contact full contact and I'd maybe on purpose to annoy you call a foul and you'd complain and start becoming foul and the press would be over and you'd become depressed and I'd have to come up with something else that would impress...you.
I want that kind of problem.
I want to have a love that I never get tired of being in your arms. I want have a love that I wish I was taller just so I have a longer reach and I'd reach to teach you how much I miss you like this:

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but it doesn't go that long because my outstretched arms are short and stout because its what I'm about but I swear if I was in love I'd pray that I'd grow even though that's a no go because I am so low to the ground and so not to the sky except my head and heart pass me by in the clouds because I've reached cloud nine with all our time together. I'd apologize for being short if I had that kind of love on lock..forever.
I want to have that kind of problem.
But more than that...
I want to have that kind of love.







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