I want a love that’s beautifully ordinary. I want a first kiss on the third date, honest conversations, genuine curiosity, and the kind of calm that comes from knowing we’re both being real with each other. I want a slow-burning love where we take the time to understand each other’s minds before getting to know each other’s bodies. I want disagreements that happen over the kitchen table and end with gentle hugs and quiet kisses. I want bedtime routines and early nights. I want us curled up together on our cheap sofa, watching a show we both love. I want to come home after a long day and find my favorite chocolate bar beside a cup of herbal tea because he remembered what makes me happy without me having to ask. I want those little morning moments when we brush our teeth together and smile at each other with our eyes. I want to feel completely at ease when he leaves for work because there’s trust between us. I know we won’t have to spend the day guessing, worrying, or wondering where we stand. I don’t want a love that keeps me on edge. I want a love that makes me feel safe.