I never, ever, want you to slow down, wait, or stop for me.
I want it to be the other way around-
I want to wait for you, hold the door for you,
run,
walk, and
stop for you.
One day, I'll gesture for you to walk above me,
on the sidewalk, or the concrete step, and I'll hold your hand- helping you balence as I wait in the street.
Not today. Probably not tomorrow.
But someday, I hope you'll let me put you
above me.