I want, and she could

It's delicate.

She knows I've written about her online, and she, the information professional, has been scouring the world to learn what I've written about her.

I am hopeless.

I want to cook for her.

I want to learn 1950s ballroom dance with her.

I want to remodel kitchens with her.

She and I could color each other's hair in our later years.

We could be honest about the dental work we mutually need.

She could be the daughter-in-law my parents always wanted me to have on their behalf.

She could organize my LPs and 78s.

I want her in my life very much.