This Is The ‘You’ I Want

I want you.

Not the you that kisses me in a dark parking lot.

But the you that sends her flowers.

Not the you that sneaks peeks across the table at me.

But the you that openly holds her hand.

Not the you that subtly caresses my back when no one is looking.

But the you that takes her out on a date.

Not the you that secretly meets me under the stars.

But the you that takes her home.

Not the you that lusts after me.

But the you that loves her.

Not the you that I have to say goodbye to.

But the you that’s going to marry her.