I want you to want me, in the stormy night, in the sunny day, I want you to look at your email on your phone every three seconds hoping I replied, I want you to friend me on Facebook and I want everyone to know that you are my new buddy, I want you to like it when I pick you up for the first time, I want you to want to hold my hand in the darkened theater when we watch a movie together, I want you to feel the same electricity I feel when our elbows touch and I can smell your cologne, just a little, and wonder what it is, or is it you, your own smell, and we’re both acting like we don’t feel it,but we do….
…And now it’s late and I stare at the empty screen, praying the light will flash and you’ll be there, talking to me, quieting my racing mind as I lay here in the dark, listening to love songs both new and old and reading other people’s poems and love letters, wishing I had written them for you, for you and for me. And the silly thing is, I don’t even KNOW you, but tonight I looked into your eyes, and wrote and I wanted it to be me. That’s what I want, I really do. I wanted this to be me: “The one who can make you smile from ear to ear, when friends, and loved ones ask you about him.”
And I don’t even KNOW you, but God willing I’ll get my chance, to walk down that road and right through your door, and find you there, just sitting there listening to the same love songs, reading the same love letter someone else wrote, and you’ll pull me close and we’ll fall into each others arms, I’ll touch your cheek and dry your tears and just simply be and then, maybe just then I’ll know you and you’ll know me and the world will right itself and I’ll know you and you’ll know me…just like we wanted all along.