I just want to be pursued. I want someone to try hard to get me and want me because they like the way my mind works and think I’m funny even though I’m not. I want someone to know how bad my social anxiety is and understand that when I stand alone by myself in public places I get panic attacks. I want to talk about random things at 2 in the morning with their head on my chest letting me run my fingers through their hair. I want to know that they only want me. Someone to cook with and die laughing when I burn my finger on the pan, because I was stupid enough not to wear oven mitts. I want to be hugged tight and kissed on the cheek and give them 1000% of my attention and get the same back. That’s all I want.