“I don’t want a couple of Forever 21 shirts to wear, I want you to buy me a stick of fairy floss.

 I don’t want a pair of Gucci boots to show off, all I want is to gaze at the flying, sparkling firflies in the moonlit night.

 I don’t want you to buy me the iPhone X, I want you to lend me precious time to live a moment of comfortable silence.

 I don’t want you to take me shopping,  I want you to gift me a bouquet of peonies. 

I don’t want you to take me to a water park, I want you to sense the scent of petrichor with our wet fingers tangled together as the rain descents down.

 I don’t want you to take me to a movie, I want you to make me laugh till my belly hurts. 

I don’t want you to take me to any restaurant, I want you to make me a bowl of noodles even if you can’t cook that good. 

I don’t want you to take me to a night club, I want you to sing me to sleep. 

I don’t want you to have long vacations, I want to walk down the known streets with dusk fallin’ in and your relieving presence beside me.

 I don’t want you, I want your soul.”

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P.S. Here, “you” refers to my boyfriend… No, I’m just kidding! It refers to Harry Styles (still kidding) Okay, fine! It refers to an imaginary person.