I love, I love, I love.
I love the sound of fingers running up and down the fret of an acoustic guitar.
I love boys with soft, sweet voices that can sing.
I love sunshine on a cold winter day and a soft breeze on a summer's day.
I love running my fingers through my hair.
I love clearance and sales and good deals.
I love smelling deodorant, shampoo, and perfume in drugstores.
I love laughing until I feel like I'm about to fall apart.
I love reading a good book with tons of insight on life.
I love moments where everything in life stops, and I feel like I am who I am, and that's where I need to be.
I love running around barefoot in the grass like I've lost all control.
I love going on adventures and finding new things.
I love new experiences, new tastes, new ways of life and doing things.
I love any food with avocado and or corn in it.
I love songs that make me feel like the coolest kid to ever exist.
I love memories, souvenirs, old photographs, birthday cards, antiques, and vintage things.
I love getting mail: packages, letters, anything.
I love, I love, I love.

I want, I want, I want.
I want someone to write me a love letter.
I want a pen-pal from some place I've never heard of.
I want to backpack across Europe.
I want to reach self actualization according to Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, yet I somehow believe that no one ever has.
I want to someday believe in the truth.
I want to find that one person that makes not only my heart flutter and stop but also my mind.
I want to learn to be satisfied with what I have.
I want to reach the level of maturity to read writings by Anais Nin.
I want to study philosophy.
I want to become more learned in the ways of the world.
I want to live life the the fullest.
I want, I want, I want.