I don't want someone because I'm scared for the ending. I'm scared to fall in love again; open up completely & then just get shut out. Think about it.. it's not a completely irrational fear. You give your heart away & then you just get it back.. but then one little piece is always going to be missing. Everyone you give your heart away to takes a little piece of it with him, & eventually, what's left to give?

So sing loud in the shower.
Dance often in the rain.
Love truly and deeply.
Laugh until your stomach hurts.
&& Cry till you have no tears.
Do whatever it takes ...
.. but don't regret something that once made you happy

want a boy---who can wrestle with me and let me win. who i can talk to about anything, who laughs at my jokes. a boy who puts my cold hands in his warm hoodie pockets. who lets me use his sweatshirt for a pillow. who buys me 25 cent rings, and has sticky hands. who says i love you & means it. who will kiss me in the rain,in the sunshine, and in the snow. whos calls unexpectedly. who will have many inside jokes with and me remember each one. a boy who notices girls haircuts. who realizes that girls say things but dont always mean them. who shows up at my games, slipping in the door. who i can go swimming with on hot days. who can tell me his problems and let me help. who will listen to me talk--about the new nail polish i got. who will bring me seashells from the beach. who will let me beat him up when i get angry. who writes love letters to me, but doesnt send them. who draws pictures and slips themgently into my locker slot. who saves his genuine, big smiles for me.a  boy with deeps eyes, that can see through faces into depths. who wears baseball hats and lets me wear his too. who gives me his t-shirt to change into and not expect to get it back. who knows my favorite color, song, car, vegetable, perfume and the color of my toothbrush. a boy who will shake my dads hand and look my mother in the eye. who will call me by my full name--first, middle and last. a boy who will kiss me and tell me im pretty. a boy who will let me cry to him. who will squeeze my hips just right. who suprises me and compliments my manicure and plays with my hair. who knows when i have a math test or when i fail one. a boy who smells likehe just stepped out of the shower. who wears cologne that i can subtly smell when im leaning on his shoulder. who tells me i have a nice laugh and a smile that light up the room and simply be mine to hold.