If I decided to make you fall in love with me, I could.

But I want you to come to me of your own free will.

I need you to want me more than life itself.

I want to wake up next to you and find that you were watching me.

I would love to walk hand in hand to my place or yours for coffee,

not because I am lonely but because you can’t imagine letting me go.

I want you to write to me when you are not with me,

a handwritten letter telling me that you can’t stop thinking about me.

I expect to be wooed and serenaded, not because I am used to it,

but because you think I deserve to be spoiled and  lavished in love.

Talk to me of things you see that remind you of me, tell me your dreams of a life you only see around me.

You see, I don’t want to lure you into loving me.

I want you to captivate me with your honesty and passion,

that I may find myself learning to love you.