Immensely. Painstakingly. Madly.

I want to fall in love. 

Immensely. Painstakingly. Madly.

I want to feel what it feels like

to have nothing in the world, or the universe, 

or within myself, matter the least when he comes into question.

I want to feel like that stupid girl texting all the time.

I want to be the girl with swollen, red and sparkling eyes

because she was on the phone all night. 

I want to pour my heart and lungs and life

and happiness and joy and laughter and sorrows

 and cried and insecurities

 out to someone

and not feel even a little bit uncomfortable.

I want all of that. 

-Fa