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I like meeting new people, i want to have new friends, new experiences, new stories, lives, opinions.
I want to be picked so badly but not in a pick me way. I'm not desperate for attention or the feeling of being loved, no.
I want them to rip me open, to see my darkest and my brightest thoughts, my worst and my best moments. I want it to hurt, me and them.
I want them to know what I wanted to be as a child, what i want to be now.
I want to be an astronaut, i want to leave this earth behind, live outside of it for long enough to forget.
I want to be one of these pretty, mysterious persons, but where you have the feeling you know them so well but nothing at all.
I want to rip them open, to know their lightest and darkest Secrets, their best and worst experiences.
I want to know what their greatest wish was as a child, what their greatest wish is now, and how they would react to achieving either of them.
I want it to be bloody and ugly, deep and painful, I want it to be short and i want them to never forget me, when, in the end, i eventually run out of interesting things to hold them to me and they leave me split open and burning.