I want you to call me up in the wee hours of the morning, just to tell me random stuff. You'll sing to me my favorite songs, then we'll talk for hours, pausing only for a bit just after sunrise to call in sick at work.
I want you to call me at random hours of the day, just to let me know I crossed your mind.
I want you to take me out for a walk, a run, or a game of basketball or tennis. We'll sweat buckets together and then we'll go out for pizza, burgers, and our favorite soda afterward.
I want you to love food as much as I do.
I want you to leave me sweet little notes at the most unexpected places. I'll happen to find them when I'm feeling at my worst that day, or even at the most opportune times. I'll feel so much better then.
I want you to take me to the mall, not to hang out but to buy the most random trinkets we could find. Then you'll tell me that malls are no places for hanging out but just for buying stuff. With those words, I'll have to agree with you -- not because I have to, but because I've been saying that all this time, too.
I want you to make up a nickname for me -- as cute and as silly as the one I made for you.
I want you to stay up with me until the sunrise catches us red-handed talking about the most random stuff. We'll talk of the most whimsical ideas then somehow we'll get round to having pop quizzes.
I want you to do just about anything that will leave me grinning like a freaking idiot all day. People will see me and ask why I act such, and I'll just tell them I'm stoned.
I want you to spend all night with me thinking of silly song lyrics. Then we'll try to figure out a way to murder the entire song, feeling proud afterward that we've somehow managed to stone a sacred cow.
I want you to take me shopping for old books. Then you won't laugh at me if you catch me sniffing the yellowed pages or doing a happy dance at the discovery of an old favorite.
I want you to be right for me. Please feel the same way, too.
I want you to want me.
I want you here with me, even for a while.
Forever's fine, too.














