Since I was 17 I've pretty much had my whole wedding planned. I have all of these pictures from magazines cut out and stored in an old shoe box. It seems really silly, but it was Pinterest before Pinterest came around.
I really do though... And I know exactly where that box is because I recently cleaned my whole house lol. Surprisingly, a lot of my tastes are the same. I want a deep purple and short bridesmaid dresses. Yellow roses and white lillies. I have about a bajillion pictures of rings and dresses. It's slightly obsessive. But what do you really expect from me?
There were a lot of things I forgot that I had dreamed about when I was 17 and boyfriendless (I've mentioned before that I was ugly right? Maybe I'll attach a photo) I'm sappy, but totally awkward when it comes to being romantic. I don't know how to do it, but I want a man that does romantic things. Even just the little things.
Like holding my hand. I don't always want to be the one reaching for your hand, to me it makes me feel needy. I want to feel needed, it makes me happy when you reach to hold my hand.
Leaving me little notes. A song or something that reminded you of me. A card in the mail or a letter even. I'm sure if you're that part of my life I'm talking to you every day anyway. But how sweet is a letter seriously?
Having flowers delivered. I love getting flowers, it's incredibly sweet. When I turned 18 my parents had flowers delivered to me at school. I loved it and it made me feel special and yes I know I shouldn't need flowers blah blah. It doesn't change how I feel.
Being kissed on the forehead.
Holding doors. People hold doors open all the time. The feminist in me hates this for some reason, I'm a big girl now, I'm capable... That's stupid. But the 17 year old girl in me loves it. It's almost better than all the other stupid little things I like. I went on a date where this guy held open every door we walked through. Every single door. The date itself was great, but just that sticks out in my mind so much. The other day I was walking to my car and the man I was with held open my drivers side door for me. I had to remind myself to keep walking before he noticed I stopped and looked like an idiot.
I don't mind feeling like I'm 17 again :)
