A love of my own

All I want is a love of my own
Not some fairy tale I heard from other stories
My own style, my own thing, my own secrets
I want love in which somewhere here and there between the words I get butterflies in my belly
One that brings in the feeling that I won't survive the world without,
making me a never ending addict.
I want love that has the capability of making me both happy and teary, all in good ways,
One that leads me through the day and shines through the night,
until I can recognize the meaning of "lonely" no more.
I want one that makes me realize just how precious it is before I even lose it,
I want one that takes up to years to find, but lasts infinitely.

I want a love of my own,
so bad that I prefer not having 'just another something' that is not.