grow old with you
i have never been one of those girls who fussed over the idea of a wedding. i entertained the thought once or twice with previous lovers, mostly only for the fun of designing it.
with you i think about marriage. i think about the ceremony, walking down the aisle, the look on your face, but more than that i think about everything after. i think about building a life together, making a home, raising cool little people together, that day way in the future when our hair is gray and we are sitting on the porch watching the sunrise together with coffee, holding hands.
with you, it feels like commitment, and for once it isn't terrifying.