His shoe size will be 11.5″.
He’ll always ship ‘Sterek’ zealously.
He will use big English words even I’ve never heard of.
He will have warm eyes, and beautiful hands that always find their way towards mine.
His favorite Ice Cream flavor with be Vanilla pure, with nuts.
He will think in song, and dance instead of walk.
He will kiss me with kisses that make me forget to breathe.
He would always need to wear something red.
He will always pet stray animals, and never get attacked.
He will crave to fall asleep in my arms.
Young Sally Owens:
That’s the point. The guy I dreamed of doesn’t exist. And if he doesn’t exist, I’ll never die of a broken heart.