I’ve never asked for much in my lifetime. In the last twenty years, I’ve gotten by with the bare minimum. It’s not the material things that I long for: It’s her.

A girl who can handle me at my absolute worst. My absolute worst being when I’ve stepped out of the shower without a single ounce of makeup upon my face, my hair soaked and curly, and all my flaws displayed for the world to see. Or when I’m crying hysterically about something that seems rather minuscule like a bad hair day or an acne breakout. A girl that can curl up by my side on the couch and watch Disney movies with me for hours on end and hand me a tissue when I get a bit teary-eyed or sing along with me when I burst into song with the characters. A girl that doesn’t mind the fact that I’m an organized mess. A girl that can handle my insecurities and embrace each and every flaw that I find in myself. A girl that loves me unconditionally and supports me as I pursue my dreams, no matter what they may be that week, month, or year. 

I never asked for much in my lifetime. Just her.