One day someone will say this about me. Not that I need them to, but it would be nice to be someone elses’ someone. To be the woman you look forward to curling up in bed with at night, the one who’s hand you can hold walking down the street, the person whos’ eyes you look into and forget the world. When it’s just you and her, nothing else and no one else matters, that feeling over complete content.
One day.