I though growing up and falling in love would be staying up all night talking, drinking coffee together and watching the sun rise, dancing to cheesy songs, and long heart felt poetry all the time. I've been married for two years now. It has its ups and downs. Being married is more like ordering pizza at 9 PM and watching Gremlins, its laying in bed all day Sunday watching tv and playing on your phone quietly together in the same room, it's making tacos together and having to slap his hand away because it's not done as he's snacking, and it's knowing that the safety blanket you imagined all those years ago when you were prepubescent and didn't know what love was is so fucking real. I'll probably never have a story book marriage because fighting is inevitable and needed to function as a human being, but I will always have my own idea of perfect. It's waking up next to him every morning and going to bed with him ever night.
