The Things that I’m Not Saying

I don’t need another ‘best friend’, I just want someone to listen to my make-believe stories, be interested in whatever grade I get on my paper (which I stayed up all night for), laugh at my ridiculous jokes and tell me when I’m being a real bitch pain in the anus. I don’t need someone to compliment me everyday. I just want someone to tell me I’m beautiful and lovely during the rare days I feel like a huge pile of turd or when I feel like a tiny, miniscule nothing in this piece of universe. I don’t need an everyday companion. I just want someone to walk with me and hold my pretty umbrella over my head during dreary, rainy days. I don’t need a 24/7 ‘text mate.’ I just want someone to send me sweet little nothings and ask me how my day went and actually care about my answer. I’m not asking for a lead vocalist. I would just love for someone to sing me sweet little melodies even if your voice is terrible. I don’t need a slave. I just want to see your smile to remove all the exhaustion I feel after every school day.

I don’t want the cliche` forever and a day.

You see? I’m not

asking for a lot. I just want to know that even just for a day: before I wake up, after I wake up and before I go to sleep, someone is thinking of me and is looking forward to the next day, waiting for me to wake up.