fuck it i’ll admit it.
I just want to disappear into her arms every night; wake up in the morning next to her and know that no matter what happens we’re together and we’ll make it through. i want my life to mean something, not to me but, to her. i want to sit around and smoke cigars and watch silly movies and tv shows after work. i want to go out to a nice dinner once a month. i want to to tell stories to my grand children about how we met and, although everyone else in the world couldn’t, we made it work. not through strength of will or stubbornness but love and devotion to one another; i want to to not die in my sleep but next to her… smiling.
