melbourne - australia
I live on the edge of my own imagination.
I’ll laugh at every joke you tell, even if it means I’d be the only one laughing with you. I’ll smile every time our eyes meet because these butterflies just won’t seem to leave. I’ll spend my Sundays with you, watching you jump in excitement as your favorite team scores. I’ll help you make dinner and feed it to you as long as you promise to help me clean afterwards. And if you want me there with you, I’ll watch every action/superhero movie with you as long as you’re willing to watch one chick flick with me. I’ll also have beer (or wine) with you while you talk about your day’s work. And when you’re sick, I’ll try my best to make you feel better with all the cuddling and sweet loving I can give.
As your girlfriend, I’ll give you your space. I’ll ask you how your day went—not out of routine, but out of curiosity, because I want to know which parts of your day made you smile and made you frown. As your girlfriend, I’ll make silly, annoying faces while you play video games just to see if you’ll notice (would that also make you move out of the same position you’ve been in for the past 3 hours?) I’ll also peel your Cuties for you while you complain about how small they are compared to oranges. I’ll surprise you on random occasions, and spoil you with sweet kisses and long hugs daily.
As your girlfriend, I promise to be loyal. Because at the end of the day, you’re the only one I want. I’ll be the one you can share your hopes, your dreams, and your fears. I’ll be your walking diary. I’ll be real, and I’ll promise to tell you how it is because you deserve nothing less. I’ll do my best to consider your thoughts and your feelings, and though I may not be able to fill in your size 12 shoes, I’ll try my damn hardest to walk in them first before I make my judgments.
As your girlfriend, I’ll yell, and I’ll cry. My insecurities and jealousy will eventually surface regardless of how hard I try to hide them. There’ll be times when I won’t make sense. And when I’m worried or confused, I’ll ask questions—lots of them. Sometimes, they’ll be long and stupid, so I’ll need you to be patient with me. I’ll give you long silences when I’m upset, and I’ll keep to myself when I’m not ready to talk to you. I’ll also make you mad—but since I won’t be able to read your mind, I’ll need you to tell me. And while we argue, I’ll work hard to consider your feelings and be fair.
As your girlfriend, I’ll treat you how I would want to be treated. I want to be all the good things to you, and though I know this can’t always be true, I’ll try my best to not be so bad. I can’t promise you I’ll be perfect, but as your girlfriend, I’ll do all I can to be the best one you’ve ever had.
Only because you make me want to be.