Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.
Well this was just beautiful
My sister and I used to get random “I love you” or “what’s up” text messages from our mom at like 3/4AM. We thought it was weird and funny because she goes to bed at like 10PM. So my sister asked my mom why that was and my mom responded, “Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night thinking of you guys.”
Yes. This is the mother I want to be
I want to be five years old again,
running through sprinklers in my front yard,
swimming in inflatable pools,
sprinting barefoot down the street to catch the ice cream truck.
I want to be young and alive again,
singing songs that are screaming from my car radio until my voice goes out,
drinking five cups of hot chocolate with a group of friends, never wanting the night to end,
dancing, always dancing.
I want to grow up with you.
You see, when you love someone, you want to trade in all of your old memories for new ones with them,
and my mind is racing thinking of how life would have turned out differently had you been my date to the prom, rather than the boy who stood me up.
and I am pulling my hair out imagining you in that movie theatre, you at the beach, you with me, instead of him.
I want to grow old with you
the way two peaches will bruise and age more quickly when they are sitting next to each other, rather than apart.
I want my hair to fall out when yours does
and for people to stare at us when we hold hands,
because they’ve never seen a love so passionate.
I want so much of you,
but here I am wondering when I will be able to run my fingers through your hair,
when I will be able to kiss your forehead,
take you on a tour to every place I fell in and out of love,
bring you everywhere I lost myself and cry as you find the pieces of me so easily hidden in the tall grass, in the shards of an old park bench, in the seats at taco bell, in his hands, in my dreams buried in my backyard.
I want. I want.
I want. I want. I want.
I want it all.
I want it all with you.