a life with you doesn’t sound half bad. we could have a place with my cat and maybe adopt a little dog and wake up to each other in the mornings, soft light filtering through the lacy curtains and tenderly caressing our faces. you could lay your head on my chest when the world becomes too much, and i would hold you until the fears ebb away. i would make you smoothies with fresh fruit in the mornings and laugh at you for stealing all the ice water from my water bottle because you say it tastes better when it’s from mine. you would twist the tops off oreo cookies and hand me the creme half because you know i like it better. our kitchen would always have bread or muffins baking in the oven and in the evenings we’d make ramen and slow dance to all the love songs on the radio while we wait for the water to boil. i think a life with you wouldn’t be half bad.
