i want to hold hands and waste friday nights with you. i want to feel like you care for me the way i care for you. i want you to appreciate me for who i am and where i am going in life; and why i want to be there for you always. this isn’t love. not even close. this isn’t me pining. this isn’t me wishing that we could be more. all i want is for you to hold hands and waste friday and saturday nights with me. no complaints.