The Journal of a Hopeless Romantic

My wants: Romance. Kisses in the rain. Money. Fame. Unlimited wishes. No more scars. A time machine. The ability to share emotions with ease. A person to talk to about anything and everything. Legit red hair. Someone to send me "good morning" texts, and to talk on the phone with me until midnight. To sneak away. To party all night. To not care. TO BE WANTED.