Oh heavens.

I'm such a hopeless romantic...
Sometimes, I lay awake just thinking about this perfect love that's going to come my way. This scares me. I'm afraid that I'll build myself up only to be torn down. No one will be perfect, and this scares me. Now, I realize that no one is perfect and I like to accept people, flaws and all, but that's not what I'm saying.
What I mean is:
Will he grab my hand when we walk?
Will he kiss me on my forhead when I'm upset and tell me everything will be okay?
Will he kiss me on the cheek to tell me goodnight?
Will he take me to lame movies just because I want to see them?
Will he be okay with my very strange eating habits?
Will he tell me I'm beautiful without warning?
Will he tap my nose and tell me I'm "just so cute!"?
Will he play with my hand while he holds it?
Will he take naps with me?
Will he love my dog like I do?
Will he kiss me randomly?
Will he go on picnics with me?
Will he hold his hand up to mine so we can see how much bigger his hand is?
Will he be okay with my flaws?
Will he lay under the stars with me?
Will he dance with me?
Will he be everything I've dreamed?
These things scare me.
They're so little, but it's stuff like this that I think about.