It’s true you know. What I said earlier about wanting to make sure you get sleep and take your vitamins. It’s true. I have this weird and overwhelming sense of duty, I guess you could call it that, to protect and pamper you. Which greatly contradicts with the knowledge I have that you are a fully grown man who is absolutely more than capable of doing that for himself and that you sure as hell do not need a woman to do anything for you. It’s not that I want to take any power away from you, but rather, I want to take away some of the stress and burden you carry.
I want to wear you out, both mentally and physically. I want to be the best challenge you’ll ever have. I want to be the biggest pain in your ass that you just cannot get enough of.
I want to make sure you get enough sleep, because I know you don’t get as much as you need. I want to run errands and take care of your early morning duties for you so you even have the luxury of sleeping in. When was the last time you ever did?
I really do want to cook you breakfast and bring you coffee. Even if it means I’m up an hour and a half before you are, just thinking about which mug to serve your coffee in. At least it means that it’s one less thing you have to think about during the day. It’s small, but it’s a little more assurance for me that you’ll be okay.
I of course want to be the one to worry about things like laundry and vacuuming the floors. When you want time alone to study or take out frustration by working out, I’ll take care of the chores. I know how much you need that time to rewind. It’s important to you, it makes you feel better, and dammit you deserve that time to do it.
When you’ve had a good day I want to celebrate with you. When you’ve had a bad day I want to be the one to assure you it’s okay even if all I can do is gently run my hands through your hair to help you relax. When you feel your world is crashing down I want to hold you, give you what I can and offer to help you build it back up.
I want to go out of my way to give you reminders every day of how much you mean to me. I wouldn’t want a day to pass where you might doubt it.
I want to surprise you. I want to be a steady you can count on. I want to push your limits. I want to talk. About your plans, your goals, or dreams. I want to help you achieve them.
I don’t want much for myself. I want to have a few drinks with you. Maybe even a few too many. I want to see you through that haze of liquid courage. Lean against you for balance while we walk home, and then talk so much that you finally have to beg me to shut up.
I want to watch your favorite movie with you. Even if it’s something awful that I know I’ll have no interest in. I want to watch it and know it because I want to know you.
I want to hear the inflection of excitement in your voice when something amazing happens in your life.
It’s these seemingly insignificant, little things that my mind always wanders to.