Just a kiss, no, not even that, just for you to hold my hand.
In public
To be willing to show everyone you think I'm worth holding onto, at least for now.
I'm not asking for much.
Just a nice conversation about nothing and everything beneath a streetlamp, one that makes me keep putting off heading home.
I'm not asking for much.
Only someone to tell my aunt about so she'll leave me alone when she inevitably asks about my love life at Thanksgiving.
I don't want flowers. They wilt.
I don't want promise rings. They rust.
No fancy gifts or tickets to Hawaii or fancy candlelit dinners or chocolates.
Wait wait wait.
Backup.
I'll take the chocolates.
I'm not expecting you to be without flaws, just for you to accept me and mine.
I'm not asking for you to walk straight out of a chick flick with a suit and a tie and a dozen roses. Just for you to be there when I watch a rom com, either with your arm around me or even just in my mind, helping me think about how glad I am that Meg Ryan isn't the only one with love in her life.
When I see all the other couples wandering around with sparkly eyes, who can't keep their hands off each other I clench my teeth.
Because they're gross,
And because I'm also jealous.
I mean, how dare they! Be happy and in a dumb relationship while I'm over here with no one to hug but my three-legged cat.
My friends have someone to love, or had someone to love and I have
No one.
I used to be one of those strong and independent women who don't need no man and I still am
But I'm tired.
I'm tired of being strong and I'm tired of being patient.
But I'm not asking for much.
Just for you to come into my life with a smile
And say hello.
