If I loved
you, I’d carry your heart in my pocket. I’d spend
all afternoon looking at you. I’d sleep with my hand over
your heart each night. I’d call you in the morning and
wake you up, just to hear your morning voice. I’d miss
you as soon as I left you. I’d be honest. I’d tell
you how much you meant. I’d remind you that you’re
beautiful, even if you didn’t believe me. I’d laugh
with you and probably at you. I’d compromise. I’d
show up on your door with takeout. I’d call you on your
bullshit. I’d want you to call me on my bullshit.
I’d buy you dinner. I’d watch movies with you late
at night. I’d show up at your work just to say hi.
I’d tell my family how much I loved you. I’d write
about you. I’d tell you what I was afraid of. I’d
trust you. I’d never want to ever hurt you. I’d buy
you ridiculous things that reminded me of you. I’d play
with your hair until you fell asleep. I’d try to make you
happy. If I loved you, I’d be in love with you
too.
