perspective

I want a real love. The kind of love where you ring me just because you miss my voice, where I get to hold your hand when we are walking down the street, just to show everyone that you’re mine, where I can hold you so tight at night that I can feel your heart beat. I want the cliché kisses at the top of mountains & at red lights, but also the sleepy morning kisses when we both have bad breath. I want to explore the world with you by my side, but I also want to make grocery trips so fun that we forget the one thing we came for. I want to pick flowers for you, sing with you & share my food with you after you said you weren’t hungry. I want to take you home to meet my family, & I want to become a part of yours. I want to know the person you are with your friends, the person you used to be & the person you want to become. I want to sit down with you & work our problems out because we know we have something that is too good to lose. I want to know what you want your life to look like in 10 or 20 years & I want to support you & grow with you so that we can build that future together. I want a real love.