I don't want a boyfriend
by Emily Tan
I don't want someone who I dress up for.
I want someone with whom I'm comfortable enough to wear old clothes and no make up.
I don't want someone who treasures every moment with me - like it's his last.
I want someone who takes for granted that I will always be with him.
I don't want someone who I must always be at my best with.
I want someone who can take me at my worst and still love me.
I don't want someone with whom every outing is a date.
I want someone who I can just be with.
I don't want someone who keeps me hanging around the phone, hoping he'll call.
I want someone who I know will call.
I don't want someone who makes passes at me, and pressures me to give more.
I want someone I can curl up and fall asleep with knowing that he'll never take what I will not give, or let me hurt myself by giving too much.
I don't want someone who will celebrate our monthly anniversary.
I want someone who knows we'll be together to celebrate each year as it comes.
I don't want someone to pay for everything when we go out together.
I want someone who can take, knowing he'll always have chances to give.
I don't want someone who will go home after a fight, heartbroken because he knows it's over.
I want someone who will wait until the tempers have cooled, then come back saying, "Of course we'll make up!"
I don't want someone who treats me like a fragile flower.
I want someone who can relax around me.
I don't want someone who pays me compliments.
I want someone who tells me the truth because he respects me and knows I can take it.
I don't want someone who composes a poem for my eyes, a song for my nose and a sonnet for my mouth.
I want someone who writes about me.
I don't want someone who says he loves me every hour of the day.
I want someone who I know loves me without having to be told about it.
I don't want someone to hold my hand because he wants to show the world I'm his.
I want someone who holds my hand because he wants to feel my touch.
I don't want a boyfriend.
I want a partner.
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