Well Then

Do people still fly across country for each other?

Do people still chase after the other in airports, praying the flight hasn’t left yet?

Do people still?

Did people ever?

Or did the movies just brainwash me into falling in love with love.

But it had to be real, right?

Every story comes from something that was slightly real, right?

will he do that for me?

Will he wake up one day and realize that I was the only one for him all along?

That all the words he said thoughtlessly were actually true. 

That I am amazing.

That he does miss me.

That I am the perfect woman.

That I am phenomenal.

That I am beautiful.

That he does love me.

And that he needs me.

It’s selfish..

that I want him to need me.

I want him to need me, because if he needs me that means he won’t be able to find 100% satisfaction in somebody else. 

I want to be his everything.

I want to be the first face he sees in the morning when he wakes up.

I want to make him coffee or tea

I had to stop myself from ironing his shirt the other day..can you believe that?

Me. I was going to iron his fucking shirt. Ridiculous..

I want to be the one he tells all the boring stuff too, like how his day was. 

And which co-worker is retiring. And how his brother bought a car that he probably can’t afford. 

I want to get a dog with him.

I want to paint a room with him.

I want to take random day trips to nearby cities, and explore with him.

I want to support him. Not just him, but his dreams. 

I want him so bad it hurts.

I want him so bad that I stay up at 2 in the morning writing my feelings into a computer screen, and it comes out something like this..

I want him to want me as much as I want him.

I want..or I want..or I..

I don’t know.