Young Love
It's funny how we fall for people who are nothing like us. I know I don't want my boyfriend to be introverted and bookish. I want him to not be afraid, to be able to come up to timid me, all calm, and say, ''Look, I think you're really cute and I'm going to kiss you right here, right now.' Now, I KNOW, I KNOW that my sanity would have a meltdown and go berserk screaming into the void. My insanity would be quieter. It would tell me to grab him and whisper, ''So kiss me. Don't stand here talking about it. Kiss me softly; I’m scared of how this goes. Grab me with hard consuming lips because you've been addicted to something you've never tasted. Run your hands in my hair, hold my face do something! Don't let them idle. That's not what they are there for. Breathe on me. Look at me with your ripe pomegranate lips and feast on my body with your starving eyes.'' Because young love is underrated. People say we don't kno...