a messy manifesto of my romantic future

Romantic confessions. Letters sealed with kisses & spritzed with perfume. Heart-shaped jewelry.
Big bouquets of colorful flowers. Boys with glasses & tattoos. Midnight picnics. Sunny days.
Endless snuggles. Being the little spoon. Borrowing his clothes.
Big pink lips just ripe for the kissin'.
"I like you so much."
Virgo boys. Soft, touchable hair. Improv shows.
All-night-long phone conversations. Journals full of just one person. Declarations of love.
Fidelity. Trust. Honesty to the point of dorkiness.
Objects with sentimental value. Movie theatres. Coffee shops. Breakfast in bed. Purple hair. Labret piercings. Leather jackets. Fauxhawks. Bedhead. Big toothy grins.
Hands on hips. Hands on waists. Hands in my pockets. Holding hands.
Writing love songs. Streetcar rides. Leaning my head on his shoulder.
Truth or dare. Hickeys. Learning to please.
Introducing him to my family. Meeting his family.
Accidental discoveries of eccentric erogenous zones. Relentless giggling. Private-ish nooks.
Lingerie. Short fingernails. Crunchy tongues. Leather boots. Whirlwind romances.
Quirks. Board games. "You're my favorite."
Gross coupley photobooth strips. All-nighters. Dinner parties.
Androgyny. Acceptance. Nerding out. Adorably bad drawings. Getting dolled up. A duel of wits.
"I'm so in love with you."
Massages. Slow-dancing. Falling asleep in his arms. Warmth. Joy.