I don’t pretend like I’m the prettiest girl in the world. I don’t pretend like I’m the smartest girl in the world. I don’t pretend like I’m perfect. I’m pretty gross looking, I’m book smart and I lack common sense, and I’ve got a substance problem. I drink far too much. But I know a pretty, smart, funny girl when I see one, and you clearly are. I wish that things between us could be different, even though I know they can’t be. I know things can change, and that’s the thread of hope I’m clinging to.
You don’t need to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us on instagram. Then that’s all I care about. I want the little things. I care way more about that, than anything else.