i’m not a girl who needs grand gestures. you don’t have to buy me anything or impress me with what you have. if you sent me a voice memo just to say you were thinking of me, i’d probably save it and replay it every night. if you scribbled a note on the back of a receipt or a napkin, i’d keep it tucked in my wallet like it was something precious.
we could sit in the backseat of your car, parked somewhere quiet, not even talking much, just listening to music or letting the silence hold us. and i’d be happy. you could walk me to a gas station, split a pack of candy with me, and it would feel like a date. we could lay on the floor doing nothing but laughing and scrolling, and i’d still feel close to you.
you could give me a smooth rock you found that reminded you of me, and i’d keep it on my desk like a treasure. if you wrote me a note with song lyrics that made you think of us, i’d pin it to my wall. if you looked at me and smiled for no reason, i’d carry that moment with me all day.
if you didn’t have money for dinner, i’d still want to sit beside you and eat cereal on the couch. if all you had was time and honesty, i’d take that over diamonds any day. i don’t need you to plan big things. i just need to know you see me. that you want to be here. that you care.
i don’t want what’s in your pockets. i just want you. your voice. your time. your effort. your softness. your honesty. and that would always be enough for me. i never needed much. i just wanted something real. something steady. something that chose me gently. and somehow, even that was too much for people to give.
