Someone who can be my #1 fan and I also could be theirs…someone who can make me feel good with just a word or a look, someone who’s genuinely interested in me and the things I’m interested in and the things I like/obsessed over and the things I do (like my writing), someone who’d be down to go to the most spontaneous shit and we can just go on adventures and talk for hours and never get bored/annoyed of each other, someone who can give me my space when needed when I go out with friends and won’t suffocate with me with msgs like what are u doing, who are u with, etc…someone who my friends can love and they themselves can call them their friend and not just julio’s boo, around my age of course because I don’t want an ancient ass old timer or a child to babysit, has to be hispanic because I want someone to speak to about my culture and also be able to say silly shit in spanish with them and be able to go out on dates to spanish restaurants, someone who can compromise with me on things and not just be silly and only think of themselves, a good kisser because I can make out for hours, someone who can teach me new things like tricks or whatever and stuff about myself that I didn’t know before, not too short and def not taller than me, GTFO….my height or close to it, someone who I can just cuddle with…JUST CUDDLE…someone I can grow with and we can help make each other better people and lastly cute. There’s more things but this what comes to mind for now
According to urbandictionary.com a “Crush” is:
my definition is: having lustful/romantic feelings for someone to the point that it consumes you throughout the day. During work, school, or in the shower. The thoughts plague your mind and slowly eat at you. You begin to become this person’s #1 fan (Stalkerazzi) and think they’re amazing to the point you tell all your friends about him/her and show off the pictures you have saved of them on your phone. You check their FB page constantly in hopes of a status referring to you and you check your phone every 23 seconds in hopes of a text, call, email, etc from him/her. BEWARE of this disease.
I’m writing a poem for a love, for a love I haven’t met
not on paper but in my head
I’m inventing new words for the color of hair and brightness
of your smile
I’m planning dates to places You’ve never been
that serve your favorite foods that I don’t know yet
I’m hiring a band that I’ve never heard
to play your favorite songs
you haven’t told me about yet
I’m reminiscing about memories
we’ve never made
like the first time we met
Cause I can’t wait
til I actually meet you.