Lovely

What sort of love?
The sort that you want to experience at some point in your life. The sort that you wish you could have, not because you think it will complete you, you know better than to think that the love of another person could ever complete you entirely. You just hope that somewhere in your future is the sort of person that you've dreamed about. The one who makes you a cup of tea when they know you'll be home soon, even if you have to microwave it hot again, who you feel comfortable around, who you can laugh like crazy with, sit silently with, share those parts of yourself that you really do want to tell another person but are too scared to tell just anyone. A passionate person. A person with determination, humour, someone who just gets you.
You want the sort of love that you just know, somewhere deep down, that it will stick around for as long as your heart beats. The bring you up when you're down, make you a better person, challenge and inspire you, good sort.
It's not as if you want a relationship. You're not desperate. You're not even looking for someone. You don't plan weddings, or think of childrens names, or daydream about growing old with that boy you met in kindergarten. It's not that frilly sort of love that makes you throw up a little in your mouth. This is a stong love, the sort that lives through storms, that celebrates its scars because where there were once wounds there are now a reminder that it's stronger, that you're stonger. The sort of love where it doesn't matter whether you look breathtakingly gorgeous, because theres something inside, an uncontrollable joy that radiates outwards.
It doesn't matter if it's in five years, ten years. You just hope that one day that love will wander into your life and decide it never wants to leave.