For once I would like to be courted. Be sent flowers just because my boy knows how happy I’ll be when I get them. Be called in the middle of the day simply to be told three little words. Have doors held open for me and jackets carefully draped around my shoulders. Be kissed gently on my forehead, with his arms wrapped tightly around me feeling like he’s never going to let me go. That’s what I want most of all. To feel like I’m never going to be let go.