Even if I do grow up one day...

I still want my handwriting to remind me of a friend's when I least expect it. Even if it makes me miss them more.

I still want to feel small when I look up at a night sky full of stars.

I still want bubbles to look beautiful, and amazingly delicate even if I know how they do it.

I still want to be that person that someone else needs, to act goofy with.

I still want to be prepared, and have in my purse or my pocket whatever is needed for the occasion.

I still want to be surrounded by people I love.

I don't think I'm quite ready to grow up yet.