knocking on your door

my heart is swelling again. sometimes i think i love him so much i could cry. life is good. he makes me smile and gives me hope for the future, cause if i could marry a boy half as good as him i'd be happy. i love being an optimist. sometimes i wish i was born in another decade, longing for a different era, but then my professor tells us how fixated our generation is on the ideas of peace and love and equality, and i feel pretty okay with the time in which i was born. the change i get to grow up during. i can't wait for what's to come.