I want him to be happy around me.

I want him to feel like I am all he needs in life.

I want him to understand that I will nourish him no matter what.

I want him to see me as a human being.

I want him to treat me like his girlfriend around his friends.

I really want him to notice me.

I really want him to stare at me without even me knowing.

I really want him to talk to me.

I really want him to realize I'm all he needs.

I really want him to stop ignoring me and treating me like I don't exist.

I need him to see who I am, not at school or in public, my true self.

I need him to beg for my attention and not my body.

I need him to see me and think “wow.”

I need him to stalk me on social media.

I need him to just ask me out already.

But really, all I really want is for a boy to actually love me.

To love me like how Jack loved Rose, and to risk everything for love.

To comfort me no matter how bad it gets.

To not listen to anyone else and have his own opinions about me.

To care for me like someone special.

In reality, I’m a stupid teenage girl.

Stupid enough to think any boy would like me for me.

Stupid enough to think he likes me and not for my body.

Stupid enough to think I’m worthy of a teenage romance.