I want you to write me poems. I want you to compare my laugh to the moonlight. I want you to whisper your philosophies between puffs of smoke and sips of lukewarm coffee. I want you not to care that there are holes in your shoes, I want you to wear them until I force you into buying a new pair. I want you to challenge me- kiss the parts of my collar bone that I feel so self concious about. I want you to talk to me about the yellow pages of a book you picked up at a yard sale, I want to hear about the way the words changed your life. I want to take a picture of that goddamn smile of yours and I want to put it somewhere I'll never forget, like the cool side of my pillow. I want to take you on a walk that never ends. I want you to draw me in your sketchbook and I want to laugh with you when you get frustrated because you can't get my left eye just right. I want you to yell at me when I piss you off and for once I dont always want to have the next move. I want to fall asleep inside the memory of a rose garden where you wait for me somewhere among the bushes. Pluck me a flower, pin it behind my ears so that I'll always remember the smell just after a summer rain. I want you to lay across my folded lap strumming your favorite chords; I want you to hum a song I've never heard. I want to fall asleep to your apologies and wake up to your forgiveness. I want to build a house of books and I want you to help and pretend that it is the most practical idea I've ever had. I want to stand on top of a mountain or run toward the edge of the sea and know that i made it there without you.