Everybody has their ideal future: which job they will take, how many children they will have, where they will end up at. When they look forward, they picture the perfect life with the perfect ending to it.
For me, I wouldn’t want a perfect one. When I picture my future, I picture simple —– laughing at a silly joke, eating meals and reading a book before bed. I wouldn’t want a dreamlike, fairytale, perfectly easy life. I want an exploding, ground-breaking, screaming at the moon, mismatched type of a storyline. But of course, with you in it living every single word in the book with me.