Oh, why can’t you be mine.

We can stay in and mindlessly watch David Letterman and cuddle on the couch. We can eat pizza and McDonald’s whenever you want. We can rent old movies and laugh at how Rose let go of Jack’s hand even though there was plenty of room on the board. We can go paintballing or laser tagging; just don’t cry when I beat you. We can go out for coffee and people watch. I’ll show you my favorite books and we can surely read them together. We can bake cakes and make cookies and laugh at how someone just had to put in extra sugar or not enough milk or too much chocolate. I’ll buy you your favorite candies and we’ll sneak them into the movie theater. We can take silly pictures and annoy our friends on Facebook. We don’t always need to go out or eat at fancy places. We can hold hands in bed and fall asleep together.

We can do anything, anything at all. 

Won’t you please be mine?