Dear Future Boyfriend,
I am a very good cook.
I could make you bacon and eggs before you wake up, all sweaty and crumpled.
I could kiss you too if you want, then I could run my hands through your messy hair and say something about how absent minded you are, making you grin.
I could hug you tight and feel your long arms envolving all the lenght of my small figure, creating an image contrasting and warm.
I could take a deep breath and sense your smell, the smell that will be in my clothes for the rest of the day, making me sigh constantly.
I could be yours and you could be mine. But not in a possessive way, just like if we wanna be together and tell other people we are together.
And after some time I could suddenly tell you I love you.
And you could tell me you love me too.
We won’t be the perfect kind of couple but I know we will perfectly fit together, so come on and find me or at least help me to find you.
Love,
Me
