I Want

I want the “I’m so not in the mood for anyone but please still love and take care of me anyway” kind of love and relationship.

I want the “I know that you’re hurting, you don’t have to spell out your pain in letters and draw me maps for me to understand how to get to you” kind of person.

I want the “hey tell me about the thing that I don’t really like but since it makes you speak quickly and run out of breath I’ll listen to you speak till sunrise” kind of interest.

I want unconditional and continuous support.

I want the help that I don’t ask for, and the answers to the questions I am too hesitant to ask.

I want the searching before the finding and the effort before the reward and the you before the us and the nothing before everything.

I want the unofficial uncertainty that will lay between us for what seems like the longest time 

but also the definite and straightforward “yes.”