You don’t need
to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night
or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the
world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of
face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text
me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me
or post a picture of us. Then that’s all I care about. I
want the little things. I care way more about that, than
anything else.
