A Love for Two

I want the kind of love the climbs mountains and sleeps huddled together in a sleeping bag under the stars, not a love that takes you to a flashy bar and grouchily pays for the over-priced beers you had and never texts again.

I want the kind of love that cuddles, not the kind that deems you worthy of a second date because you sent them a nude fast enough.

I want the kind of love that is happy grocery shopping with me in my crappy neighborhood and won’t flaunt the fact that he’s been to 45 countries and counting.

I want the kind of love that I’m actually falling for, and not just because, out of all my tinder matches, he’s the only one that kept the conversation going.