You don’t walk into my life with the intention of leaving. You’re here to stay. If that’s a problem, don’t bother coming in. I know that sounds scary as hell, but here’s the thing. I’m not asking you to marry me or whatever. I know that we won’t always be hella close. But I want commitment. I want to know that you’re going to be there for me when I need you the most. I want to know that when shit gets tough, you won’t leave because you’re afraid that unhappiness is contagious. Things won’t be easy all the time, but I want you to know that with faith and patience, it’s nothing we can’t handle. I’ve had too many people disappear on me to believe that friendships are simple. You know I’d do anything for the ones I love. If you can’t do this for me, we’re done here.
Trust is key. Seriously. Please don’t ever make me feel like the things I say to you will eventually be preached to the rest of the world. Remember that credibility is hit-or-miss. You only get one chance. I don’t have enough faith in the world to experiment with secrets. Keep my secrets, be there for me, and don’t let me down.
I don’t have to come first, but I want to be a priority. Not the 11pm, nobody-else-to-talk-to-let’s-flirt-around option. No. If I’m going to treat you like a king or queen, I expect at least your respect. “How are you” texts because you genuinely care. Updates on what’s going on once in a while. I don’t need to know every minute detail of your life, but I want to hear that I’m a part of it. That I matter to you as much as you matter to me. That this isn’t an unrequited thing.
You get three strikes when you lie to me. Each one, though, pulls us a little further apart.
Understand that when I care about someone, I go all out. Anything you need, I’ll try. It’s my medium of gratitude for putting up with me. I know I ask for a lot. So I try to make it worth it. Is that okay?