I want a boy, you know- the kind you dream about. He will innocently kiss my eye lids and tickle the fuzz around my belly button. He will walk with me under the stars upon carpets of grass while the crickets serenade us. He will hold me as we sit in the park beneath a desolate tree and daydream with me. He will sleep with me for days and wake me up only to tell me he misses me in his dreams. We will lay and speak only with our eyes about dragonflies and buttercups. He will lay on me as I write and tell me he loves me. He will paint me with glitter and tell me how beautiful I look. He will dress me up in the most exotic dresses and tell me I'm his princess as he rescues me from imaginary goblins. He will find me as I wish to find him on a shooting star and whisk me off my feet. He will carry me when I fall. We will look back and realize we walked up a mountain and never noticed because we were with each other. He will braid my hair and leave tiny wisps to tickle my ears. We will go shopping and he'll pick out the shoes I was destined to wear before I find them, and buy me three pairs to last me a long time. He will whisper into my ear about far away lands. He will let me play with his dark hair and kiss his soft neck. We will have an innocent love and make others jealous. We will hold hands as we swing on the rusty swings in the park. He will build me a tree house in the deep woods, and we will meet there always without ever planning. He will let me kiss him while he's chewing gum so I can taste sweet orange on his tongue. He will let me sit on his lap in a fuzzy zebra print butterfly chair and let me fall asleep on his shoulder as he holds me. He will tell me I don't need any sugar because I'm already sweet enough. He will cover me in violets and kiss my petaled skin. We will imagine travels to the far reaches of space. He will kiss away my salty tears when I cry, but never about him. He will catch me caterpillars so I can watch them evolve into magnificent butterflies. He will paint my toe nails with whatever color matches my mood. We will have voyages to foreign lands in our minds and pretend we're tourists. He will dance with me in the midnight rain under the glowing moon. He will point out rainbows for me. We will sit in our pajamas and watch cartoons all day. He will play songs for me that I want to hear, without ever telling him. He will know what I'm thinking every second of the day. He will smile as the sunshine kisses my face. He will surprise me with a handful of clovers for luck, even though I won't need it with him. We will drive with the top down so the wind can blow through our hair. He will take me to waterfalls and we will skinny dip in the pool below. He will lay in bed with me all weekend and eat junk food. He will play with my skin and tell me how soft it is. He will take me to the desert so we can roll around and lay in the warm sand. He will bring me home sea shells from the beach. He will sing me back to sleep with a sweet lullaby when I wake up from a bad dream. He will call me by silly pet names like pumpkin and sweet pea. He will help me decorate gingerbread cookies during Christmas. He will let me win at board games. He will plant me ivy in the giant garden he built me as I watch him from the beautiful gazebo. He will paint forests of azure upon my walls. He will fly to the Mediterranean to bottle me some sea water. He will draw stars on me with his finger tips. He will take me to the top of the hill so we can watch the incoming thunder storm. He will kiss my freckles on my shoulders. We won't make love the traditional way, but instead just kiss for hours. He will be my big strong hero, but a daydreamer just like me. I will admire his everything. He will help me host neighbor hood block parties during the hot summer eves, and he will help me put up the patio lights as the sweet smell of barbecues fill the air. He will pick me flowers so he can make me a crown, because I will be his princess. He will hold my hair back when I am overcome with morning sickness when I'm bearing his baby. He will wear my chapstick so I can taste his lips when I put it on. He will wake me up so we can watch the sun rise together while listening to the Doors, even when it's a snow day. He will spoil me with daydreams and gifts from nature. He will give me tiny bags of diamond dust and tell me it was a gift from a faerie. He will sit with me in front of a camp fire and roast marshmallows, even though neither of us like them. He will ask me what heaven is like because I will be his angel. We will go through long drives through the country just to have a picnic. He will fill our garden with wind chimes and looking glasses. I will fall more in love with him even with his every bad habit. We will still flirt with each other when we're sitting on our front porch when we're both old and wrinkled, and I will still think he's the most handsome man on earth. He will make me ticklish just to hear me giggle when he touches me. I will worship the ground he walks on and kneel down to kiss it. He will sit with me in the bayous in a small canoe and shoo away the mosquitoes. He will be gentle with me as though I were an antique porcelain babydoll. He will make me laugh when I have the hiccups because he will think they are so cute. He'll be my one and only, but the only problem is that we have yet to find each other...