IWANTYOUFOREVER.
I want you to sing to me.
I want you to give me hugs when I least expect it, and whisper into my ear so that one spot on my left hip tickles.
I want you to hold my hand and have your fingertips linger on top of mine.
I want you to grab my legs with your legs so I have to wrestle them out.
I want you to give me piggy back rides, or the other way around, seeing how you’re little.
I want you to whisper little secrets into my ear and trust me with your life.
I want you to give me your sweater when I’m cold, and put your arm over my shoulder so everyone knows that I’m yours.
I want you to want me. I want you to sit and snuggle with me.
I want to play hide and seek with you, and freeze tag, and manhunt.
I want to run while holding your hand. I want to act like a little kid with you.
I want you to want to be next to me, and find excuses to do so.
I want you to wake up in the morning and think, “Hey, maybe I should call her.”
I know I’m not the most gorgeous person in the world, but I want you to tell me that I’m beautiful, and mean it.
I want you to throw me into the pool, your pool. I want you to muss up my hair and when it’s curly I want you to play with the rings.
I want you to compliment me when I least expect it.
I want you to meet my eye when you’re talking to somebody else, and smile.
I want you to make the first move, god dammit.
I want you to put your hand on the little part of my waist, and let me nuzzle against your shoulder.
I want you to share half your sandwich with me when my parents refuse to give me any more lunch money.
I want to listen to your iPod with you, and do my awkward little dance, and lip sync with you.
I want you to make me a ring out of that hundred dollar bill.
I want to build a fort with you.
I want to live my life with you.
I want you to always be there when I need you.
I need you.
I do.
And only you.
Please don’t fly off to London for the job.
You make me everything I am now, I don’t want to be left alone.
Te Queiro, Shahrulizan Juli.
