I hope that one day, someone will notice the little things about you.
Your laugh, the twinkle in your eyes when you see tiny frogs that barely resemble frogs at all, the tones in your voice when you say their name, or how you twirl you hair around your fingers. How you use your hands when you talk, or how your eyes crinkle when you dont use them. When your eyebrows quirk up when they call you, or how your voice goes up three octaves whenever you see an animal that looks too polite.
I hope they notice your subtle mannerisms that even you don't remember doing half the time.
I hope they write poetry about how your voice is as smooth as dark cholocate against silk sheets, or how the rasp of your voice feels like waves of the ocean, welcoming yet unforgiving.
I hope they find beauty in your bones, and fall for your roots instead of your leaves.
I hope they memorize the melody of your all-too-beautiful laugh.
I hope they hold you when you cry, or even when you aren't.
I hope they wake you from your nightmares, when they notice your breath is too ragged. I hope they wipe your brow when you wake up in a cold sweat, getting you a glass of water to calm down.
I hope they learn the lyrics to your favorite song, and memorize the way you like your coffee or tea like the back of their hand.
I hope they learn the places you dont like to be touched, and respect that.
I hope they keep you safe and warm when you need it.
I hope you guys dance on a rooftop with nothing but the music in your heads guiding you as the rain pours.
I hope they lend you their hoodies, or have a your hairties on their wrists just in case you don't have one.
I hope they always have something with then that reminds them of you, and that they touch it whenever they miss you.
I have hope.
That someday, someone WILL love you.
For your scars, your imperfections
And lastly,
All the little things about you.











