I’m not looking for much.
Just someone that talks to me as much as he flirts with me. That wants me when I’m not there as much as he does when I am.
I’m really not looking for much.
I don’t need him to call me everyday. Or tell me about every person he plans to see.
Because I’m not looking for much.
I want him to care. To want to make me happy. To wonder what I think about something.
And I want to wonder what he thinks, too. To like more than being liked.
I don’t want much.
The bar is really very low.
For the stranger who comes along and tries.