Chase, I don't think you get it.
I’m a romantic, something you should know by now.
And this is what that means.
It means I would wait for your text reply for hours.
I would talk to you through the night until I had to get ready for school the next day, only to see you there and smile about what we talked about.
I would sneak you into my room and into my bed. Not to have sex, but so I could sleep with you. Actually sleep.
And when we do fool around, my favorite part is when it’s all over and we are holding each other tight and I can feel that we are both thinking about how much we love the other person. If I’m lucky, we’re in our bare skin.
I’ll daydream about being in a crowded hallway, a beach, a park, or anywhere where you could pick me up, spin me around, and tell me “your beautiful and I love you” and not care about anyone around us.
I would steal the car with out my license and drive to your house at 3 am if you told me you needed me.
I want you to be cheesy with me sometimes, like in 80’s movies.
But the problem is that I’m also realistic. And that even though I want these things to happen, I would never ask for it or expect you to know.
But I want you to know that when these things do happen or if they will happen, know that I’m happy and loving you.