I don’t want you just to love me.
I want you to be proud of me. I want you to show me off to your friends and to your parents. I want them to be jealous of you, happy for you. I want them to think you’ve made a good “catch”, I want you to think you’ve made a good “catch”. I want you to feel that you’re lucky to be with me, not because you’re insecure, but because you think I’m amazing. I want other guys to look at me when I walk down the street and I want you to get a little jealous. I want you to wake up in the morning and be thankful that I’m yours, and only yours. I want you to fall asleep with your mind on my face, because it’s your favorite thing in the world to look at. I want you to be completely comfortable around me, yet still try to impress me, and still do all those things you would do if you were still chasing after me. I want you to be spontaneous. I want you to do something sweet on impulse. I want you to tell me I’m beautiful – not because I need to hear it, but because you believe it. I want you to notice all the little things I do to make you happy and say thank you – not all the time, but once in a while. When other girls flirt with you, I want you to bring up your amazing girlfriend. When your guy friends call you whipped, I want you to brush it off because you love me, and I want you to tell them that. When you read this, I want you to know that I love you and I these are the things I feel for you, that I (try to) do for you.
