Less than Sunshine

I don't like getting flowers.

No, I take that back... I don't like being told I am getting flowers.

I want to be pleasantly surprised on a Tuesday afternoon when I haven't seen him in a few days and it's rainy and he sees the flowers as he's running into the grocery store to replace his expired milk and he can't help but them because they remind him of me.

I want chocolate only when he knows the only reason I'm being a brat is because I'm a girl and rather than avoiding me for a few days he picks up a Hershey's and a heating pad and comes over and holds me while I hopelessly cry over Sarah McLaughlin commercials.

I just want to be more than an option. I want to be more than someone to impress or win. I want to be so engraved in a persons heart, and them in mine that when I am happy, I want to share every giggle with them. And when they're alone, they miss me like Seattle misses sunshine. I want to be someones sunshine.

I want to be someones novel that they can't help but read over and over because every time they open the pages they are pleasantly surprised. I want them to fall asleep next to me, drunk off my pages, and fighting sleep to get one more sip.

And I know it's a lot to ask. But if I love my novel's more than I love you...

I don't want to waste my time on someone I love less than sunshine.