i want you to love me.
i want you to wake up every morning with my name on your lips after a night of dreaming of me. i want you to put on an extra spray of cologne on your neck because you know you'll be holding me today. i want you to wear that vineyard vines shirt that i was dared to wear on superbowl sunday because it still has a hint of my perfume on it. when you see me, i want you to forget about every other thirsty girl who's laughing way too hard at your sarcastic comments. when we're onstage together, i want you to make every movement passionate and charismatic because you wish we could do the same things in real life. i want you to hold my hand a little longer when we leave the stage. i want you to laugh at all my jokes and smile at me when you know i'm not looking because my soft brown eyes and silky cocoa hair are gorgeous to you. i want you to take my hand and kiss it hard and meaningfully to show that you're not only unafraid to be close to me, but that you desire me. i want you to have to work up the courage to ask me out and laugh a little in that adorable way you do when you're a little self-conscious (i'll definitely say yes). i want you to see me in my white sweater dress with my hollywood chocolatey curls at cotillion in a few weeks and blush a little. i want you to ask me to dance shyly and hold me to your suit jacket so gently because you've never caressed me like this before. i want you to inch your closer to mine as we each breathe in very softly, anticipating the kiss that we've been dreaming of for ages. i want you to tighten your grip on my waist as our lips melt together. i want you to go home after the dance, unable to wipe the genuine, boy-ish grin, and just lie in your bedroom, too drunk on joy and glee to sleep. i want you to talk about me endlessly to anyone that will listen until everyone you know can't stand it anymore. i want you to wrap your arms around me every time you lay eyes on me because you just can't contain yourself when you see me.
i want you to love me.
