Pretty much I found what seemed to be the perfect guy. He’s tall, athletic, hot. He has muscles, a deep voice and that Channing Tatum - like build. He’s perfect. Then there’s me. No chance. Even though he’s on my mind all day every day, I stand no chance with him. When there’s other girls who are gorgeous, confident and incredibly flirty, he doesn’t glance my way. It hurts.
Before I let you go, just let me tell you one thing. You’re beautiful, you’re sweet and you’re funny. It’s a shame when you couldn’t see that in me.
I just want someone who will kiss me when I’m mad and lets me cry in front of them and buys me pizza and watches scary movies with me and holds my hand real tight even if it’s sweaty and thinks I’m beautiful no matter what I look like and lets me steal their sweaters so I can sleep with their smell on my skin and who laughs at the same things I do and just never lets me go, no matter how hard I try to push them away.