This was taken on our first anniversary.
I want to live together with you, and cook you lunch, and give you back rubs when you’re tired or stressed out. I want to hear about your day, and have you talk about your classes and all your research, and the people you met. I want to debate about whose turn it is to clean the bathroom. I want to do a thousand stupid things, like forget to call you when I said I would, or lose your favorite book, or accidentally spill water on your notes. And every time, I will say sorry for being klutzy or forgetful, because I’m never going to be a perfect person, but I want to be perfect for you.
I feel like I’ve been searching for home my entire life. I’ve wandered across continents trying to find somewhere I belong, somewhere I feel I fit. But I feel like I’ve found it, unexpectedly, in a small town in Michigan, in the heart of a boy who promised to always try his best.
– by immaturity
