I want to make love to you while the rain beats against the window and our breath fogs up the glass.
I want to hold your hand while I drive around aimlessly and sing at the top of my lungs.
I want to buy you random **** even though it makes you mad, but I love spending money on you.
I want to look at you and know that you are mine.
I don't want to make halfhearted conversation with a painted on smile.
I don't want to be your friend.