Wants →
I want you to run and jump in my arms when you see me. I want to give you my jacket when you’re shivering. I want to snuggle with you. I want you to fit perfectly when cuddling with me, right in my nook. I want you to hold me when I’ve had a bad day. I want to kiss you in the rain. I want you to lay with your head in my lap while we watch bad TV and eat horrible diner food. I want you to tell your friends how much you love me. I want you to get butterflies every time we see each other, even after months and years. I want you to infect me with your laugh. I want to eradicate all your fears, worries and concerns. I want to beat up your bad days. I want to make you feel like a princess. I want to watch every sunset with you. I want to kiss you in every city around the world. I want to spend a day in bed, naked, just falling more in love with each other. I want to always put you first. I want to be your first phone call whether it’s good news or bad. I want to be your safety net. I want to buy you dumb presents that are representative of our goofy inside jokes. I want you to miss me, even if we’ve just said goodbye a few seconds before. I want to make you feel like you’re the only one I could ever love. I just want you.
It’s touching to think that there could be a love like this, so pure and unadulterated by failed relationships and nights of waiting for a text you know isn’t coming or dreading a call that you know is inevitable. I want to believe in it the way I believe that chocolate doesn’t make you fat til 30.
There are still nice guys in the world. The true romantics who can really spend their life chasing this. I know they’re out there, because I’ve definitely fallen for that before. Twice. Because I am an idiot.
It’s not that these guys aren’t sincere. They so truly are that it breaks my heart. It’s that the guys who say this are so naive. Because really, after that much experience in the Land of Broken Hearts, how can you not be completely cynical?
The guys who say this are over-romanticizing love. There are girls who live and breathe this, and guys who do, but it’s still unattainable. Because I’m sorry John Lennon, but love is not all you need.
For all the time you spend pursuing it, what about the things you’d have to sacrifice? What about freedom? Friends? Your favorite hobbies? Your family? Your future?
I’d like to read a post describing all the things someone would give up for love. Something real, like “my freedom as a 23-year-old to enjoy my youth and travel with my friends” or “coming home to my best friend/roommate and playing the latest video game” or “not worrying about my crazy girlfriend.”
How about that? It sounds stupid, but it fucking happens. I’ve seen it happen so many times I can’t distinguish one guy from the next anymore.
I confess, I do want the love that comes with being introduced to your mom as “the girl you’ve been waiting your whole life for,” but it’s a gamble I’m not certain I want to take. Who knows when you’re going to wake up and suddenly want something new?
K.
