All I want is someone who will take me to art museums, and hold my hand in public, and write poetry about me, and notice little things I do rather than notice obvious things, and send me flowers because it’s a random tuesday and not because it’s a special occasion, and ask me how my day has been going down to the little details of what I ate for lunch, and take me to a coffee shop where we just sit across from each other and instead of talking with our mouths, we just communicate with our eyes, and takes me out on dates where I get to dress up fancy, and makes me playlists of his favorite songs, and brings a huge thing of ice cream and all my favorite movies on days when I’m sad, and someone who isn’t afraid to talk about the future with me, using sentences comprised of dreams, hopes, and both of our names.
Is that too much to ask?
