Marry me.

Marry me. Let’s spend our nights eating cereal on the floor when there is a perfectly fine table behind us. Marry me. We can go to the movie theatre and sit in the very back row just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time. Marry me. We’ll paint the rooms of our house and get more paint on us than on the walls. Marry me. We can hold hands and go to parties that we end up ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub together. Marry me. Slow dance with me in our bedroom with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.

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  1. Love this says the person put PUT A LOT THOUGHT HOW TO SHOW adventure together someone that like your weirdo way .

  2. Well.. what and who is “me” ? That’s is a hell of a BIG Ask. Who is “me”… asking?…. You just simply can’t shoot aimlessly. You got to have specific Target. Peace.

  3. Breathing it at every pause between the words, the rest is breathtaking.I know how and I know when,most importantly – I know with whom.

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