Give me enough time

Give me enough time, and I can explain it all to you. Everything...well, everything I understand at least, whatever that is. It's a bit. It's some, sometimes more than others. 

Give me three or so years to wallflower, to dip in and out of your life, to build a true trust, to grill you hamburgers, or long slices of yellow squash if you're a vegetarian. 

Give me your phone number, and then text me a few months later when you change it. 

Give me spontaneous conversations that show us how similar and different we really are, and give me a chance to show you that you have things to show me. 

Give me whichever pieces of your personality you're prone to present to whatever category of person I am to you. Give me enough time to see that tupperware type melt in the microwave. 

Give me a few bucks for tortilla chips; I'll get the movie later. 

Give me enough time, and I can help you. I can try to.

But I don't have enough time for any of this. I have between 3 and 5 minutes, an army of ones and zeroes, and a willingness to try to love you. Wish me luck.