2391 Marijuana: What I want is for you to look at me, and believe me when I tell you I love you. I want you to forgive me for all of the rotten things I've done. I want you-- this part would be the hardest for me to say to him-- to love me, I don't need you to love me, it's just what I want.
That said, I sat down on the bed, and pulled on my t-shirt and shorts. I didn't know what to do now, so I sat back on the couch, and began putting my things back in their box. I stood, and placed it gently on top of the modestly sized television, and returned to the couch; waiting for him to say something, anything.