The American Love
The American Love. What can I say about that? All I know is that I am just not made for casual flings and make out sessions with no strings. My soul craves attention, affection, and constellation of feelings. My soul seeks love... I am here for the all and not just for the easy fall. I am easily stressed and often spirals down. But I want the kind of love that makes me run through rains, thunderstorms and hurricanes... Because the euphoria of finally tasting the rainbow is like feeling cold and found flame. I always feel on edge because I want to. I want the feeling of almost falling and almost hurting, I want the unstableness of real feelings, real emotion... I want love! I don't want it without the pain! I want it whole, with the cracked hearts, bleeding feelings and mixed signals. The American Love. That is just not for me, you see? I just need connection please! I want constant chats, calls... I want someone who will fucking annoy me. I don't care. Just be my friend, my lover... Just be my something! Call me me a romantic, call me an old soul... Call me clingy, but I'm clinging on to you like a shawl.
