Dear Man of my Dreams,

Would you?

Would you kiss me? In public? In class? In front of all your friends? What about your family?

Would you drink my spit? I know this may sound gross but would you?

Would you cry if I left? What about at my funeral?

Would you have been my friend and have sleep overs if we had met when we were little?

Would you lick my tears off my cheeks as they fell?

Would you hold me tight as if never to let me go?

Would you not ask any questions if I ask you to do a favor for me?

Would you stay with me even through the days when I get so old I won’t be able to remember you?

Would you cut yourself in order to feel my pain?

Would you laugh when I make retarded jokes?

Would you cuddle with me? Sleep back to back to stay warm?

Would you climb a tree with me? even if it meant maybe falling?

Would you tell me I’m beautiful when I don’t feel I do?

Would you be yourself no matter how different we are?

Would you have enough courage to tell me when I’m wrong?

Would you be strong enough to fight me on who’s better: the Beatles or the Rolling Stones?

Would you tell me you like me?

Would you sit on a bench and do nothing. Just be happy being close to me?

Would you find me in a crowd of people?

Would you find me soon?

Would you?