I Want

You asked me an innocent question: “What do you want to do?”

I know we just met, yet already I know the answer.

I want to spend time with you, just the two of us, doing something fun, your choice.

I want to watch fireworks with my arms around your waist.

I want to listen to music with you without earbuds in a darkened room.

I want you to help me pick out a nice suit of clothes.

It would be fun to hold hands.

I want to share a nice meal in a fine restaurant.

I want to give you a nice long, tight hug.

I want to watch a movie with you on a large, comfortable sofa with your head on my shoulder.

It would be nice to have you fall asleep in my arms. I promise not to move for the rest of the night.

I want to have a long conversation, and talk without worrying about saying the wrong thing.

I want to take a picture of something beautiful in nature, and have you admire it.

I want to travel, anywhere in the world you would like to go.

I want to argue with you. No, really, it would be great intellectual stimulation.

It would be fun to share ice cream with you. Or a soda. Or anything with two straws.

I want to tell you a joke we both think is funny.

I want to give you a rose (preferably candy-striped) from my garden.

I want you to call me someday and say “Meet me right away….”

When can we start?