All I want for you is to push my hair away from my face and kiss me hard when we’re too tired to fight, then give me free rings from cereal boxes and little notes on post-its.

When we go out, I want you to buy me books instead of flowers and chocolates. After that, we’ll go take pictures on photobooths and you’ll make me laugh like no one else could. 

The first day you took me to your favorite place and put your hands around my waist and kiss me on the nose, lips and forehead while I lay my head on your shoulders is one of my favorite days in my life. 

Also the day we sat in the hood of your car and made out in the pouring rain.

The new year you brought me to somewhere with fireworks, the time we just watched them sparkle in the sky while you secretly held my hand.

Those Fridays nights when we just sat on the kitchen floor and ate home made cheap sandwiches. 

The times you called me back when I hang up. When you don’t, I always feel that it’s okay for you to lose me.

The times when you make me feel good by letting me sleep in your chest, while you run your fingers through my hair, while we fall asleep together. 

These are the little things.

I want someone who won’t be too afraid to meet my parents, someone who would bring my friend fruit baskets when they’re sick. Someone who would treat every part of my life, as if it we’re theirs. Who won’t make me cut from school just to be with me because he know’s what’s best for me. 

Because these are the things that I’ll remember, all these little things. From your smile, to the time we jumped on the sofa, the time we laughed, and then kissed. Big things don’t matter because what I’ll remember is the first time you held the door for me, the time you stayed up over the phone while you wait for me to fall asleep. 

And if everything ends, if everything ends or not end horribly, these small moments, are what I’ll remember, are what I’ll treasure and try to relive. We might not speak to each other anymore and we might get on with our own lives. But the times you didn’t bring me a big bouquet, or an expensive diamond ring, are the times that doesn’t matter to me. Because the small things, the little things, counts so much more.