babygirl-by-choice:

I don’t want someone’s small talk and temporary affection. I want someone who will sit, looking over a bridge with me at 3:30 am, talking about our thoughts, desires, fears, and the memories that haunt our beings. I want the love I give in return . The kind of love that wants to know every detail of you just so they have more to admire. I want to watch the lights from the spratic cars, and make up back stories of why they are driving down the highway at such a lonely yet liberating hour. I want that love. Give it to me?