I use to be really into the whole cheesyness of it all, but I’m just not anymore. Don’t call me “babe”, “baby”, or any of those stupid, overused names. Make one up, make it unique so I’ll never be able to forget you; not even when we’re over. Don’t buy me a bouquet of red roses, I don’t want that. Ask me what my favourite flower is and then pick me a single sunflower from a field and let me keep it even though it’s going to die. If you really want to give me a bouquet, pick a bunch of different flowers and hand them to me when they’re dead. Hold my hand even when it gets really sweaty. I love holding hands but I’ll rarely grab yours. Call me over for a movie night: We can just cuddle in bed and watch movies till we fall asleep; nothing sexual. I want someone I can speak my mind with without having them tell me my thoughts are disturbing or stupid. Read me poetry that you like or that you’ve written or short stories or anything. Read me your favourite book while I lay down on your lap and listen to the sound of your voice. Show me music; make me mixtapes and make each song one that has meaning. Lie outside in the grass with me and sing. Get up and ask me to dance even though we both suck. Write me stupid little letters from time to time, saying whatever’s on your mind. Be my best friend. Put me before everyone because there’s no one who means as much to you, and same with me. Make me feel like I’m living, but in an enclosed world with just you. Make me smile, a real smile, by showing me you understand. That the thoughts that run through my head run through yours too. Let me cry, shriek, shake, and hold me; don’t try to stop me or calm me down. Surprise me. Not with expensive jewellery, but with a simple piece of writing you wrote for me. To have something so personal of yours would be the greatest gift of all. Don’t kiss me in public, make every kiss count, make every kiss special. And with all these things, make up a world only you and I can live in; a world only you and I can understand. There is beauty in simplicity: I don’t want the boyfriend who takes me out to fancy restaurants, buys me nice rings/bracelets, goes out of their way to do stuff for me. I’m happy with a homemade sandwich picnic in the park, a mixtape with songs that we discovered together and for him to do things with me. That’s all I want.