Desperately need to be in love. Desperately need to rush over to someone’s apartment with flowers and fresh baked cookies at the slightest hint of a bad day. Desperately need to make sacrifices. Desperately need to share a blanket while watching a movie even if that means I get an eight of the blanket and have to be convinced to watch the movie because it’s not my normal genre. Desperately need to tell my journal how crazy I am about them. Desperately need to memorize their coffee order. Desperately need to worry that it won’t work out and then have their actions leave me with no choice except to believe them when they say they’re in love with me too.