Brazil is so far away.

I'm the girl that says, "Oh my goodness" and "Oh dear" to exclaim. I build puzzles and make random silly crafts. I dance in the kitchen and write in cursive always. I listen to jazz standards and prefer handwriting letters to any other form of communication. I wear dresses to work and have had essentially the same hair style since I was 5 years old. I write sticky notes to myself even though I've got a phone I can write everything down on. I watch black and white movies prefer to make meals for many. I don't wear necklaces or bracelets. I ride a pink and rusty beach cruiser. The most I know about my car is how to put a new windshield wiper on and fill up the power steering fluid. I don't think I'm particularly funny, smart or beautiful. There's nothing particularly outstanding and different about me, but I deserve to be loved fervently. I deserve to be so incredibly giddy that it drives my friends crazy. I deserve to have an Audrey Hepburn kind of love. I yearn for the constant companionship and to have a little apartment that I share with my eternal companion. These are things I've been taught to desire and I am aware I'm not quite 20, but wouldn't it be wonderful if someday that is exactly what I ended up getting? I'll keep you posted.