he’ll have really green eyes that almost look like they’re yellow, a small cute nose with little freckles, pink cheecks and a smile that makes me melt every time i see it. messy ginger hair, but in a shade of red that only i know exists. he’ll be tall enough to put his head on the top of mine everytime he hugs me with his thin and white arms. some freckles will be welcome too. he’ll be a guitar player and a composer, and will know how to play drumms. and he’ll learn how to play my favourite song a week before we meet. will like to wear plaid shirts, sometimes boxers and jeans tight enough. his hands and wrists will be the most beautiful ones i will ever see in my life and his smell will be the one that will remind me of home. his voice will bring back memories i’ve never experienced and his favourite music will make sence when we meet. he’ll know how to cook, and will love broccoli. his friends will like me and my friends and will ask him where did he found us. he’ll be into ufos, stars and the universe and it’s mysterys. he’ll prefer star wars and wear glasses for reading. his taste in music will be pretty much like mine, but not too much. i want him to show me new bands and open my mind to kinds of music i’ve never tasted before. he’ll have a beauty spot in the corner below his right eye and a tattoo on his right wrist. he’ll be a bit older than me and have an open mind like mine. he’ll like to skate and smoke weed to relax and will work/study the thing we both find the most cool and exiting in the world. his favourite season of the year will be winter because of the snow, and he’ll love halloweens. he’ll have a grey and a brown coat. he’ll be a big dreamer just like me, but without the freaking out part. and will know how to calm me down. he’ll have a cat and will be respectful to his parents, even not living with them anymore. he’ll know exactally what i’m thinking just by looking me in the eye and will let me cuddle him from behind when we’re sleeping. he won’t mind if i’m not feeling like going out and will dance with me the whole night when we do so. he’ll make me laugh and stand my mental breakdowns. he’ll show me something that i never ever seen in my entire life and i will teach him something he never ever learnt. his favourite beer will be stellar and he’ll smoke lucky strikes. he’ll prefer mustard instead of ketchup and won’t like sausages. he’ll like to travel and will take me somewhere i’ve never been. he won’t be a coward and will talk to me freely, even about the silliests things. everytime he’ll listen to the seventh track of his all time favourite album he will remember me. and when we meet our eyes will sparkle and this song will be playing. he will know.
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