if i were dating you
if i were dating you, we’d be be best friends. i’d walk into your apartment at 8:27 in the morning and start making coffee before you woke up.
if i were dating you, we’d get into so much trouble together. silly pranks, late nights, security guards chasing us from abandoned parking garages.
if i were dating you, we’d split our time between a couch, a tent, and city streets. exploring till the wee hours, fires on beaches, and pizza deliveries at midnight would be our life.
if i were dating you, i’d play with your hair until you fell asleep.
i’d turn on your favourite tv show and have pizza waiting when you came back from a frustrating day at work.
i’d leave you notes, and attack you with marshmallow guns at every opportunity.
i’d find out the little things that annoy the hell out of you, so i never do them, except for when i do.
i’d rub your shoulders and kiss your neck.
that’s what i’d do if i were dating you.