To whoever ends up loving me back,
I can’t promise you the world. Or sanity, to be truthful. But I can promise you a lot of terrible drunken dancing on our wedding day after too much champagne and singing together in bed when we’re tired and happy; There will be lots of surprising you with plane tickets when we get time off work and lots of coming home to a poorly thought out dinner made with love. I’ll rent us a bunch of movies on the weekend even though no one does that anymore, and we can eat ice cream while we slowly drift off during the third movie. I’ll require you to get me a dog. And a cat. I hope you like to be fawned over because I can promise I won’t ever be able to get enough of you. I’ll probably be really childish and make you play in the snow with me. Maybe we’ll make pillow forts on top of our bed and fall asleep in them. We can be that couple that people hate. The couple that just kisses randomly on the sidewalk and never shuts up about each other. I’ll probably tell everyone we meet about how we fell in love. Valentine’s Day will always be super cheesy with a bunch of roses. I’ll probably paint you on the good days and cry into your hugs on the bad ones. I’ll also probably tell you every single thought that passes through my mind so I hope you can brace yourself for stupidity. We can have one kid. We can have ten kids. However many, I’ll show them what it means to really love your spouse. I want them to grow up wanting what we have. I want to grow old with you and still make fun of you at 80. I want to have you all to myself. Anyway, I hope all of that’s okay. Because I’ll be ready for that happily ever after.
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