You, if you'll take me out for breakfast at Denny's at 3 AM and cut up my eggs for me because I can't. You, if you'll tell me bedtime stories. You, if you can handle my sometimes high maintenance need for attention. You, if you'll cuddle with me on top of the covers when it gets hot in the summer. You, if you'll always remember that the back of my neck is my favorite place to be touched. You, if you'll make me ride the ferris wheel and refuse to let me shield my eyes. You, if you'll take me to the drive-in. You, if you'll never try and fill silences with meaningless conversation because small talk is for small minded people. You, if you're not frugal when it comes to doling out compliments. You, if you'll write me letters every now and again. Because I like getting mail more than phone calls. You, if you don't mind randomly taking naps inside bathtubs full of pillows. You, if you don't mind waking up at half past 10, even on the weekends, for no reason at all. You, if you'll make me mixtapes. Or just you. I guess you'd do.
"Love once got me in the gut. It was no real fight, it tore me up." - GREGORY AND THE HAWK