“I expect a grand gesture that says I love you. I expect time and respect and love. I expect you to say yeah i will flake on my friends because thats what I wanted to hear. I expect you to randomly text me about how much you love me because little things remind you of me. I expect you to hug me tightly even when you’re pissed at me because you would rather remember how I smell when i’m leaving. I expect you to get me a book because I hate flowers. I expect you to buy me ice cream because I hate flowers. I expect you to understand that its not about a gift, its about a gesture. I expect you to write me letters because no amount of words can describe how much you love me and I expect you to write me a letter even without receiving one because you would do anything to make me happy. I expect you to love me even when I am a grade a bitch and I expect you to stay with me when I ask you to leave. I expect more than what you give me. Maybe, I expect too much.”
— expectations//nikitagupta
