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(I've had a single line of this written for awhile, but was still trying to figure out where to go with it, after reading through Joe's lyrics to "Nothing Big" again, I got inspired and knew where I wanted to take it.  Here's my extended interpretation inspired by the original.)


I don’t wanna take you out dancing on the weekend. I wanna push the couch out of the way and waltz across the living room floor with you, laughing.


I don’t wanna see that romantic comedy playing at the movie theater together. I wanna watch that video I took of you snoring and run through the house while you chase me, trying to pry it from my hands. 

I don’t wanna sleep peacefully through the night next to you. I wanna anxiously toss and turn, waiting for morning to come when I can see you again, messy hair, morning breath and all.

I don’t wanna discuss Oriental Art at that new museum exhibit together. I wanna argue in the aisles of Pier 1 about whether or not a stone Buddha statue is appropriate décor for our kitchen, knowing you’re right, it’s not.

I don’t wanna make reservations for us at fancy French restaurants. I wanna cook burnt pork chops for you and pretend neither one of us knows how awful they are, but we will, every single time.

I don’t wanna join you for a long walk on the beach. I wanna talk about taking long walks on the beach so much that we’re too tired to leave the house by the end of the discussion.

I don’t wanna map out vacations with you. I wanna get lost on back roads I thought looked like shortcuts just to give us more time to spend together, lost, but well on our way.

I don’t wanna gracefully skate before you at the ice rink, I wanna slide across the kitchen floor in my socks to you, hoping you can manage a smile when I lose my balance and fall on my back.

I don’t wanna get us tickets to the opera. I wanna pound on the bathroom door when you sing too loudly in the shower, because nothing sounds worse, or better.

I don’t wanna buy the perfect dream home for you, I wanna spend years fixing squeaky gates, building shelves, painting walls, and spraying wasp nests around a home that’s too small, too old, and never quite finished, though we never stop trying to make it just right.

I don’t wanna just be in love with you. I wanna work on loving you more each day, little by little.

Nothing big. Just me and you.


Brennansweaterphant
How I'll love you - A poem
blbest Released Aug 10, 2011
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