What am I looking for?
The little things. the way she walks through a room when she doesn't think anyone is watching. the delicate curve where her shoulder meets her neck. the need to acquire knickknacks whose only worldly purpose is to make a house a home. the theft of my favorite shirt. the love of the feeling of grass between her toes. the confidence to let me stare at her beauty. the thoughts that never occurred to her. the strength of her convictions. the way she mistells a joke. the moment she's startled because she forgot there were others in the world. the color of her eyes. the way they seem change with her mood. the terrifying way she drives. the way her nose wrinkles when she concentrates. the look she gives when she realizes I'm truly listening. the way she's always a little late. the way she plays for keeps. the smile in her eyes.
A sit down dinner at a place with great food and atmosphere. Hopefully, somewhere neither of us has been. You know the type of place where we can talk and talk after eating as they prep for closing, and finally kick us out so they can go home.