bollweevil

Dear cute girl, who works at the mall

I want to be your friend.

I don't want to treat you badly. I don't want to see you naked. I don't want to have sex with you. I don't want to own you. I don't want to change you. I don't want you to feel like you have to change to please me.

I do want to talk to you. I want to see you smile, but not just because the employee handbook requires you to. I want to share food with you. I want to hold your hand and maybe sometimes give you a kiss. I want to stand next to you and play with the hermit crabs while you are on your lunch break. I want to hear what happened to you today and then tell you what happened to me. I want to go to a fancy dinner party and get all dressed up with you. I'll wear a tux and pick you up in my car. I want to sing songs with you. I want to watch movies with you. I want to discuss robots with you. I want to dance with you

But for now I'll have to be happy with saying hello to you when I go to the mall.

Goodnight