❝I want a relationship. I want to cuddle on the couch with you and watch shitty movies together. I want to call a song ‘our song.’ I want to be the one you pick first. I want to be seen as beautiful from your eyes. I want you to hold my hand or put your arm around my waist. I want to be texting you nonstop. I want to have hearts-to-hearts so we can figure out the stupid shit about each other. I want to have to go through awkward family dinners with you. I want to have romantic lyrics apply to my life. I want the experience of a cute highschool relationship. Then I want to then apply the whole ‘missing you’ shit to my life when/if it ends. I want to know what it really feels like to be heartbroken over something that is real, or really lost. I want to fight but then wind up it all being okay in the end. I want you to kiss me in the middle of my sentence or at 12 midnight on New Years or under the mistletoe. I want a Valentine. I want to hear you say you never want to lose me. I want you to tell my I’m beautiful on days where I feel anything but. I want you to give me peptalks and I want to do the same for you. I want to be your rock or your shoulder to cry on when it all gets too much to handle. I want you to have your shoulder open, too. I want to be the one you wish you never let go, if you ever did. I want your hugs, your long arms wrapped around me. I want to say, “yeah, he’s my boyfriend.” I want to know what you’re thinking. I want to go out on stupid romantic dinner dates. I know I want that cheesy, corny, lovey dovey shit but I want it with you. I just fucking want you. I want you to want me, too.❞
