I want someone to listen to Brand New albums with. I want sleepovers at your apartment and late night talks about your fears and dreams. I want to get to know you and become your best friend and kiss when we’re ready and hug always and I want to memorize your arms and I want privileged information like how many sugars you take in your coffee and how often you question your breathing. I want to give you books and spend days in bed without words, just eyes and hands and no television in the background to steal your attention. When I love, I love deep and consume myself in the feeling and I need to find someone who is okay with me becoming totally captivated by them and who isn’t afraid of that kind of passion and attention. Not too many people are. We can learn each other’s majors and how our parents make their money but I’d much rather hear about the last time you cried and what that felt like, or your favorite memories or what food makes you feel better so I know what to show up at your door with when we get in a fight, because we will, and I want you to be okay with the fact that we’ll fight because I want you to be the kind of person who knows fighting is a part of it but doesn’t make it a big part. I’ll be good to you and treat you well and I want the same from you because I haven’t had it very much in the past but the short time I did have it made me crave it so much.