I want him to do this for me;
I want him to treat me like I’m all that matters to him.
I want him to let me wear his clothes.
I want him to be 'imam' to me and my child.
I want him to let me know that I’m important.
I want him to give me his attention when I ignore him.
I want him to grab me and don't let go when I push him.
I want him to ask me what's wrong when I'm quiet.
I want him to tell me I'm beautiful when he sees me at my worst.
I want him to hold me without talking when he sees me crying.
I want him to protect me when I'm scared.
I want him to call me when he knows that something's bothering me.
I want him to tell me the truth when I look at him with doubt.
I want him to reassure me that everything's ok when I don't answer for a long time.
I want him to call me at 12AM on my birthday and say that he loves me and that he’s glad I was born.
I want him to play my fingers when I grab his hands.
I want him to don't look away when I look him in the eyes.
I want him to tilt my head back and kiss me when I lay my head on his shoulder.
I want him to know that the pain never goes away when he breaks my heart.
I want him to sneak up and hug my waist from behind when he sees me walking.
I want him to know that I still want him to be mine when he say I say it's over.
I want him to say to me that he loves me more than I can ever love him.
I want him to hug me tight when I’m mad.
I want him to don’t believe me when I say I’m ok and to stay with me and talk.
I want him to stay on the phone even if I’m not saying anything.
I want him to call me before he goes to sleep and after he wakes up.
I want him to give me the world.
I want him to kiss me when I stare at his lips.
I want him to point his finger on me and say, She’s the one.
I put my trust in Allah to determine who he is the right to me.
