I don’t like that the world has shoved fairytale happiness down my fuckin throat. That it made me dream about some perfect guy that will come along, swoop me off my feet, and, like the fairytale endings, will live happily ever fucking after. I don’t want that shit. I want to be happy, and argue, and fight, and make up. I want to play video games, pretend like I know what’s going on during football games, and yell at the tv during basketball games. I want to go to the park and act like a kid, like playing catch and shit. I want to take road trips, vacations, and go on a cruise, eating all different kinds of food. I want to act like a rapper while we ride in the car then drive to the top of a hill and gaze at the stars. The relationship won’t be perfect because I don’t want that…through the ups and downs I just want a partner in crime that will always have my back. And we’ll lasts like couples use to because we would honor the vows we made before God our whole life through. The kids would get to see what it use to mean to be a family and that you never give up especially when times get rough.