What do you want from me?

What do you want from me?

Friendship. But I have expectations of what that looks like, the kind of friendship I want.
I feel a connection with you. It’s possible it’s just one-sided.
I like you. I think you are fun and interesting and intelligent. I want you to think I am fun and interesting and intelligent too. I want you to like me too.
I want to tell you something… actually, I want to be able to tell you anything, and have you understand. And if you don’t, I want you to want to understand.
I want you to like me.
I want you to think I’m as great as I think you are.
I want to know that someone that I respect and admire thinks highly of me.
I want you to want to talk to me, to want to hear from me, to want to know what’s on my mind.
I want you to be interested in what I have to say and what I’m thinking.
I get sad. When I’m sad, I want you to listen. I don’t want you to fix me. I want you to know me well enough to be able to cheer me up, and when you can’t, I just want you to reassure me. 
I want you to like me.
I want to be there for you. I want to be what you need me to be. I don’t want to let you down.
I want you to see me. And then, I want you to help me see me the way you do.
I don’t want to disappoint you.
I want you to never give up on me.
I want to know you. I want you to talk to me, to feel like you can say whatever you want to say.
I want to matter to you.
I want to care about you. I want you to let me.
When I’m happy, I want you to be happy for me. I want you to be happy with me. I want you to be proud of me. 
I want you to be proud of me.
I have expectations of you. I’m sorry for that. Forgive me. Don’t give up on me.
Pursue me. Want me. Don’t walk away from me.
Don’t walk away from me.
Talk to me. Listen to me. Talk to me.
Love me. Hate me. Love me.
Love me…

Tell me what you want from me.
Friendship.