Honestly, I'll probably never genuinely care about you. I'll try my hardest to do whatever it is you ask. I'll probably tell you I love you way too often. I may either over stay my welcome or leave in the middle of the night. I'll overwhelm you with endless compliments and if you compliment me back, I'll argue with you claiming I'm really, really not. You'll feel suffocated. I'll fix you coffee in the mornings. I'll want to spend endless nights cuddling and watching chick flicks. When you're mad and in the middle of a screaming fest, I'll tell you I love you. I'll hug you at any chance I get. I'm so sweet, it can't be healthy. You'll wake up every morning to a 'good morning text.' I'll smile at you intently through crowds of people. You could probably treat me like shit and I'll still be crazy about you. I'll get up an hour earlier than you just so I can watch you sleep. You probably won't like me, but I'll absolutely adore you.