I want you to look back on me
and remember a time when I was smiling.
How was it?
Big and gay and dripping with wit
or a softer, shyer one?
Did it come with a smirk
or with open anticipating eyes?
What came next?
A sigh of contentment?
A giggle?
A grin?
Or did you get a chance to see it fade
and sulk back into weary, dreary eyes.

Forgive me, dear reader, I know not what I do.

And forgive my brazen request, that you may sit or lay with me.
For the two of us to laugh and talk
until night comes to take my smile away
and hide it behind a very anxious little girl.
So that, if need be, I can curl into your arms
and you could hold me again
and rock me to sleep with kind words and soft heartbeats.
And let my smile return by morning,
forgotten sorrow from the night before soaking into the dizzy dreams of yesterday.

I'm digressing again, huh?
I'm sorry.

Don't forget:
All I want is for someone, maybe you, maybe him, maybe her, someone to fall in love with me.
Drasticly, madly, absurdly in love.
And to chase me, long for me.
And I'd make you mine.
Even for an instant.
So tell your friends to find me.
And I'll be here waiting.

And with this, my love, I bid you all farewell.

I'll see you in the morning.