The future
The future has popped up in conversation pretty consistently lately. More precisely, our future. And how I’m in it. And you’re there. And living in Colorado. And baby names. And growing old. And I know it’s way too soon for any of this to happen. But the topic of conversation really doesn’t hurt. I can picture all of that with you one day.
"This could be it."
That terrifies and makes me so unbelievably happy at the same time. On one hand, this could be it, I’ve found the person I’m going to be with for the rest of my life already. The one to marry and grow old with. The last face I’m going to wake up to and kiss. No one else. Only you, forever.
On the other, this could be it, I’ve found the person I’m going to be with for the rest of my life. No more searching. No more getting fucked over. No more pain and suffering. Pure happiness with the one I’m going to marry and grow old with. The last face I’m going to wake up to and kiss. No one else. Only you, forever.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’d die happy and satisfied if “this is it.”