I don't want

Just a few things that send me back to the very things that haunts me everyday...

I don't want to know his body fat percent, I wan to know his favorite color. I don't wan to know howmuch he works out, I want to know what kind of music he listens to when he does. I don't want to know how hard his muscles feel, I want to know if he laughs when I tickle him. I don't want to know his outrageous exercise goals, I want to know his heart's dreams. I don't want to know how tight his shirt is, I want to know how big his heart is. I don't want to know what car he sports, I want to know what he is thinking. I don't want to know how big his house it, but how warm and sweet his hugs are. I don't want to know the pitch of his voice, just the sweet things he says naturally. I don't want to know his made up hero tales, but his actual stories of past and present. I dont want a boy who is made up and just a front. I want a man who is truthful and straight up, a man who is real and really is going to stay in my life.