i would make you chocolate covered strawberries on a dreary sunday, and if you didn’t like chocolate i’d go find vanilla. i would wake up at 7 a.m. and come to your house and make you breakfast in bed whenever you wanted. i would kiss your cheek and your nose and your forehead and then finally your lips, because i would appreciate all of you. 

i would hold your hand in a special way so you’d know that i love you, and i would tickle your arm and play with your fingers as we sat on a bench in a park somewhere. i would cuddle with you and stroke your face and look you in the eyes and maybe even hum you a soft little song.

i would love you more and longer and sweeter than any other girl would-i’d feel your kisses down to the very bottom of my core and i hope you’d feel the same thing.

one day i will hold your silence and smile at your laughter-as if you were an unopened dream in my heart.