Crush

I’m waiting to find the girl I can dance with late at night under the street lights. The girl I can sit with beside a lake and watch the moon glide over the reflection of its surface. The girl I can curl up next to at night, or wake up next to in the morning and think there’s nowhere else I rather be even though her hair is a mess, her mouth is open, and she’s taking up half of the bed. The girl I can wrap my arms around from behind and give her a cheeky kiss on the neck when she’s being sweet and making dinner. The girl I can bring coffee in the morning with post-it notes stuck to the side with little poems confessing how beautiful she is. The girl I can hold hands with even when we’re out at breakfast because I can’t stand to be away from her. The girl who will cry into my shoulder because she trusts me more than anyone else and knows I’ll protect her. The girl I can give massages to and never feel like it’s a chore because she appreciates it every damn time. The girl with the contagious laughter that’s so magical it’s impossible not to laugh too, even if it’s at nothing. The girl who doesn’t have to say anything, but her eyes say it all. The girl that will go on walks with me no matter what, even if it’s to play in the rain. The girl who isn’t afraid to have picnics only to run from all the bees trying to steal our food. The girl who will leave me voicemails because she knows I miss the sound of milk and honey in her voice. The girl who isn’t afraid to speak her mind and tell me how she feels. The girl that texts me just to tell me about something that made her happy. The girl who doesn’t mind silence, so when we’re reading we can just smile across the room from each other and know that even through the silence our smiles scream something more.