I'd buy you books. Lots and lots of them. And I'd pack them up, buy us tickets and take you with me on an adventure. We'd go travelling and with our books and each other as company, we would be just fine.
I'd take you to the beach where you can read while you wait for the sun to set, sipping on your gin and tonic with lime.
While you're doing that, I'd like to sing and play my favourite songs on my guitar because I know you'd find it silly and you'd laugh. I like making you laugh.
I'd like to take you backpacking through various countries because I know you'd appreciate the culture, history and food as much as I would.
I'd take you to parties where you can just let loose and not worry about anything because you know I will be there and I will take care of you.
I'd like to spoil you and care for you simply because you don't expect me to neither do you need me to.
Because of you, I'm finally comfortable in my own skin. With you, I'm not afraid of saying I was wrong, I'm not afraid of you judging me. I feel free.
Having said all that, I don't have the guts to tell you this.
Hence why I am posting this here. It's nice to know you're around. I'd always want you to be around. That may be a problem. Sooner or later, it will be. I guess I'll deal with that when the time comes.
For now, I'll live with the fact that I make you happy.
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