you said, maybe you should find a boyfriend. except, i don't want a boyfriend. i want yellow flowers, from the grocery store just because. just because you saw them, and thought of me. i want mountains, sweat and earth and sun, or maybe the stinging cold of the rain, and the wind whispering our names. i want warm nights, too warm for anything other than sweet, sweet skin. i want to drown so slowly in the depths of you that i never knew i was under water. i want a lot of things, soft things, wild th things, but i do not want a boyfriend.