I’m convinced that everyone I want to talk to, being the good guy, that we finish last. I hold the door, ladies first. I reassure to uplift your esteem. Never leave no matter the circumstance. Random surprises on random days to show creativity. Efforts in trying to cheer you up on a horrible day. Food. Food. Food. Make sure you fall asleep first while cuddling to make sure you’re comfortable. Be right next to you for reassurance whenever you have a nightmare. Pleasure you if you want a little something more than cuddling. Pick you up from school so you don’t have to walk in heavy rain. Make you soup whenever you’re sick. Holiday and birthday presents that aren’t too expensive so that you will not feel bad but expensive in meaning and purpose. Tell you to answer my phone whenever a call or text comes to show you can trust me and no bitch will take me away from you. Dates whenever you aren’t busy to show I want to stay and will stay interested. They can be dinners, park walks with ice cream, arcades, movies, sight-seeing. Lazy nights watching movies at home. All the little things that just make goosebumps creep up unsuspectingly. All this, and I lose to some guy who doesn’t even TRY TRY TRY to show his feelings. Even if he does it’s only for the time being. There shouldn’t be any point where you should doubt nor be scared to lose each other. I make sure of this, yet, lose easily. Every. Single. God. Damn. Time.