One day we will live together, in a cottage on a street. Our shutters will be white and our grass will be green. We will sit together on our porch and laugh at our overweight neighbor as she tends to her garden. At night we will destroy the kitchen with our cooking creations and on days when we are feeling like splurging we will go to ikea.
This is where we will grow old. And though our bodies may deteriorate and our faces start to drag, our love for eachother will never age.
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