Where are you, Baby?
Still somewhere choosing your words carefully, I presume?
There’s a hole here in this big house. It feels even bigger than normal.
There are things I’d like to do with you.
I’d like to cook an extravagant dinner with you, music playing, and candles burning.
I’d like to
argue debate pointless & meaningless things with you because you make me laugh when you’re trying to be right & stick to a point for no reason.
I’d like us to unwind from a long day on the back porch, drinks in our hands, and a fire burning in the fire pit.
I’d like to raise some kids with you.
I’d like to find new ways to find each other, when the romance wanes and life gets hard.
I’d like to feel safe with you.
I’d like to curl up next to you, in our big bed – settling in beside you – the only person I want to share a bed with, for the rest of my life.
I’d like to camp with you, beside the ocean or in the mountains. I grew up doing this and there is nothing better than to wake up on a cool summer morning, the scent of our campfire still clinging to the air.
I’d like to make you laugh for the rest of my life. Or at least until I turn into a senile old lady (haha). But more important, I want to laugh with you. It’s the way we will get through.
There are so many things I’d like to do with you.
Let’s start now.