I like the taste of cigarettes on a boys breath.

I like the smell of salt water and the way the waves sound. 

I like the feeling of arms holding me tight, like they never want to let go.

I like talking about pirates and planning adventures I’ll most likely never take.

I like doing nothings with someones I would do anything for.

I like laughing and falling over myself with giggles and happiness.

I like dancing in subways to accordion players.

I like when you let me hold your hand like a child, because the two finger grip is what I like best.

I like the sunlight and when it pours in my window.

I like fresh flowers, the ones I have now have been neglected and are dead.

I like loving someone and having someone love me.