We’re in love,

but not in the cute way. I just want a little adventure. I need it. 
Late nights just talking and laying together, even though we both have to get up early the next day.
One small kiss that leads into intense making out and then to some passionate love making.  <—- I don’t care how dumb this sounds. 
Late night walks. 
Forgetting the world, and everyone in it, exists for a while. 
Cuddling while listening to our favorite songs. The slow kind of songs. Even though our taste in music is different. Just sharing our favorites. 
Making dinner for each other. 
Watching movies all night long without our phones, computers, or other people. 
Acting like grown ups. <—- Getting really dressed up and going to a fancy, overly expensive restaurant. 
Spending all day in our pi’s just sitting around the house eating and doin’ whatever (each other, preferably.) <—- just kidding <—- sorta. 
Picknicks. 
Taking stupid but cute pictures together. 
Driving around for hours in the middle of nowhere. 
Climbing up one of the silos at my dad’s work and looking at the stars together. 
Flowers (hand picked, not bought) or something cute “just because.”
Cute little notes like you used to write me.
Surprises. Big or little. 
Baking together, or making just anything in general together.

Just being adventurous. I need adventure. 

I could go on and on, but I’ll just stop here.