I wouldn’t laugh, I’d be intrigued. I think plenty of people want those things, but some are more ashamed to admit it than others. I hope you find everything it is you want.

I want the gif that I just posted. For him to play the guitar and chase me while I twirl. 

I want Alo and Poppy. To play Just Dance in my bra and underwear with him. 

I want Juno and Bleeker. To fill up his mailbox with 100 of what he loves. 

I want Lola and Kyle. To look at a funny mirror ceiling with him, and yell across the tracks while a train runs between us. 

I want Sydney and Tyler. For him to arrange for four guys to surprise me with flowers, start singing A Capella harmonies, and then for him to join them. 

I want classic romance again, but with a humorous twist. I want the notes. I want the music. I want the slow dancing. But I want the goofiness. The youth. The laughs. 

Not to be too particular or anything. But that’s what I want. Does it even exist? 

Probably not.

Maddie Boehm.

And no, it isn’t about a boy.

The answer is yes.