I want to graduate with you. I want to go to college. We don’t have to necessarily go to college together, but if we don’t, I want to struggle. I want to miss you. I want to visit you and feel happy, and then have to leave you and miss you again. I want to come out even stronger. I want to get married. I want that feeling when we can finally fall asleep in each other’s arms. I want you to sing me to sleep. I want you to read to me. I want to make love to you every night, and shower with you every morning. I want a white house and I want to grow sunflowers outside. I want a trampoline. I want a telescope and I want to look at the stars with you every night. I want to have a Dormouse as a pet. I want to build forts with you and bake things with you and slow dance with you even if there’s no music. I want to take walks with you and go shopping with you. I want to be silly with you. I want to go to Disney World every year for our anniversary. I want to be able to kiss your tummy every day. I want you to be there when I fall apart, and I want you to be there when I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I want you to tell me I’m a princess. I want a piano. I don’t care if neither of us know how to play, I want one. I want you to hold my face in your hands and make everything better like you do. I want to be madly in love with you, like I am today, like I’ve been for nearly two years. I want to feel butterflies when you kiss me or look at me the way you do. And when the time is right, I want to have children with you. I want to fight. And I want to make up. I want to yell at you that I love you and I want our children to see what love is really supposed to be like. And I still want to be madly in love with you. I want to watch them grow up. And then I still want to be madly in love with you. I want all of this and I’m scared I won’t get it. But I guess if we try hard enough, it’s possible.