i want to hold your hand

and tell you all the little things that make my life run like an engine. the things that rev me up and wind me down, the things that bug me and the things that i love. you are the key. see what you ignite in me and then i'll show you what i can start up in you.

i dont want you to whisper sweet nothings into my ear. i long for those whispers to have meaning. i want you to plant your promises, and watch them bloom into birds of paradises and beyond. to grow that vineyard and make it the best damn thing i've ever helped flourish

because you deserve the best from me.

you give me that weird feeling. the one where i want to sing like a one-man-choir, and grind my teeth together as hard as i can. because even with cracked teeth we'd love eachother.

we'd never go hungry because i'd cook for you everyday (and apologize for not cooking it correctly). then, you'd reassure me that it's the thought that counts. making me fall in love with you every single day.

—or maybe we can live off of love! love in spoonful bites. appetizing, non-fat, dairy-free, all-natural, organic love. delicious to the tongue, mind, heart, and soul. to diminish the hunger that strikes it. to make it pump harder every time i see you.

because whenever i see you, you make me feel like that little kid again. making me want "that" and "that" and "that". and i'd seek your approval, and would not work hard to gain it because truth-be-told, you want "that" and "that" and "that" when you see me too.

so help me find that. let's look together. just us two. holding hands.