Oh, I want to get married someday.

We will have an untraditional wedding, perhaps, both wearing beautiful dresses. I will dance with her, my hands, trembling, around her waist and I will not believe that she is actually mine. We will cook together and read stories to each other, taking turns leaning on another and listening. Every moment will be unforgettable, for it is with her, oh, it is with her. She will be the first person I go to to critique my writing (for a writer that is the highest honor) and I will write her poetry about the stars and her beauty. And if she wants children, because I am so crazy in love with her, I will say yes, and if she cannot bear them I will. We will travel together to exotic places, testing the foods and attempting to speak the language. We will go to Italy and I will be her interpreter and we will live long in the languid cool nights of Florence. I will love her, I will try to live with her imperfections if she will live with mine, and even if she won't I will fix my bad habits. Because someday someone will love me, and I will love her. I know these dreams are childish and puppylike but dreams are all I have. 

Because people expect me to marry a man and give him children. They expect me to love a man and desire to spend my life with one. Perhaps I will never marry and this wonderful wife of mine will exist only in fantasies. I'm sorry to disappoint your dreams of grandchildren, but you have disappointed my dreams of love. 

4 comments add comment

  • Georgina
9 years ago

I love this!

  • Alli
8 years ago

(: yessss

  • anonymous lover
8 years ago

This makes me happy. (I feel this in my soul- I want this too.)

  • anonymous lover
8 years ago

This made my smile. Beautifully written

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