i'm not like most girls.
when i look in the mirror, i see hints of pretty, maybe even beautiful, features hiding behind glasses, under low confidence, waiting to be found by a boy who is smart enough to forget about the social norms that i will never, and don't really want to, attain.
'weird', 'unusual', 'unique', are all positive words in my social circle. in my utopia.
i want to hold a boys hand and never, ever have to let go.
i want him to run his fingers though my thick, brown hair and push the too-long bangs away from my eyes and say "i love you more than you have ever loved Fall Out Boy" and i want to giggle at the thought that someone who dares to love me that much .