The Kind of Girl

I am the kind of girl who would fix his hair when its messy.
The kind of girl who would mess up his hair when its perfectly comb.

I am the kind of girl who would buy an extra candle to make him safe when he's not around.
The kind of girl who would lit up the fire again in the candle just because I am afraid that it would be a bad omen to our relationship.

I am the kind of girl who would send him sweet messages in the morning, afternoon, evening and every time I think about him.
The kind of girl who won't send him messages when I wanted his attention.

I am the kind of girl who would stare at him when he's asleep so I can memorize his face.
The kind of girl who would look away when he stares at me because he might realize how lucky I am for having him.

I am the kind of girl who would appreciate his effort to look good just for me.
The kind of girl who would make fun of it because I just love him even more.

I am the kind of girl who would hold his hand out of nowhere.
The kind of girl who would hold it even tighter whenever I hear our love song.

I am the kind of girl who have my checklist of an ideal man.
The kind of girl that would believe that his perfect even if I have not checked it once.

I am the kind of girl who would hold his arms to tell him that he's the only one for me.
The kind of girl would release those arms for him to find his happiness.

I am the kind of girl who would write "I love you" on his palm.
The kind of girl who would left a note on his book just to tell him how much I care.

I am the kind of girl who would lay my head on his shoulders and cry just because I can't believe that he's mine.

The kind of girl who would cry whenever the thought of breaking up will come up in to my head.

I am the kind of girl who would hug him tight as I was telling God how much I love this man.
The kind of girl who would pray every night to asked God not to leave his side.

I am the kind of girl who would either nag or quietly ignore him when he have made mistakes.
The kind of girl who would make a joke out of it so that he doesn't have to feel guilty about it even though I was deeply hurt.

I am the kind of girl who would let go of his hand.
The kind of girl who would be hoping he'll hold my hand instead and never let go.

I am the kind of girl who doesn't believe in forever...
But I am the kind of girl who would be waiting for a man who would say that word and mean it.

I am this kind of girl, just because he was around.
I was this kind of girl because it was - him.