I want to meet someone that makes me feel alive. That makes me feel something, all. the. time. That asks me ridiculous questions. Doesn’t go running when I stare into their eyes. I want things to feel balanced. No doubts. Just restore my faith that there are people out there who want to know me as much as I want to know them; to tell me every dark secret inside them, the way they felt after their first kiss, how many times they lied to their parents, when was the last time they cried.
Spill your heart to me. I want to know you. I want to know people. I want to understand and I want to comprehend and I want to appreciate and I want to be intrigued.