Stars

I wish for somebody to come. To take me off my feet, and hug me whenever they see me. I wish for somebody to spend days with cuddling on the couch watching each other's favorite movies. I wish for somebody to stay late, but not too late, late enough to spend hours watching the sunset and the stars. Talk about the star alignment and the way we would dance on the stars as if nobody was watching. I wish for somebody to have me on their mind all the time. To text me first sometimes, and to fight for the person who loves the other more. I wish for the person to give me compliments. And not the compliments that you get from friends. Odd compliments that are different. A compliment like "your eyes are like the bottom of the ocean. Nobody seems to see or understand the danger, but when they get to know you, they don't need to go to the bottom of the ocean, only to talk to you." I wish for somebody to stay up late talking to, flirting with them as if we're not already dating, somebody who will understand when I like my food, when I do that little dance, and when I don't they'll share theirs. I wish for somebody to force me to tell them how I really feel, and listen when I'm convinced to tell them. I wish for somebody