I wanted lazy Sunday mornings and late night chats and long laughing walks. I wanted to be that girl for you. You know, the girl you think about before you go to bed. The girl you hope to see when you go out. The girl you look at when you tell a joke, the girl you told that joke for, just because you love the way she laughs. I wanted to be your now, your tomorrow, your next week, next month, maybe even next year. I want to know what makes you tick, and about the spot behind your ear that drives you crazy. I want to know you, really, really know you, but I don’t think you give a shit about me.