I don’t want you to tell me you love me or that my laugh is lovely or even that I’m beautiful and intelligent and you can’t live without me.
I don’t want the stupid over sized bears or jewelry or chocolates or roses.
I want you to tell me that my laugh is annoying and that you can’t stand me sometimes and I want you to argue with me and tell me Im so stubborn.
I want you to surprise me with a hand made card or a call saying that you miss me, I want a fucking four leaf clover on our first date and watch the stars, fuck an expensive dinner. I want to actually watch the movie when we go see one. I want to be able to look at you and know you’re mine without words being said. I don’t want a love story out of a movie, I want ours to be real.