j. soojung [h] Feb 23, 2018 10:47:17

good. don’t be addicted to that stuff— if you’re ever sad, I’m here. come be addicted to me instead.
/I smile, laughing softly at my own cheesy words— almost regretting that I said it. But whatever. no more shame with you at this point. I shuffle, tilting my head back to gaze at you, watching your gentle words as you speak. the dreamt tiny of happiness makes me smile, my mind imagining all the little things you said along with you.
a pharmacist? Wow, I didn’t expect that. I had no idea you wanted to be a pharmacist.
hmm... a photographer. for sure. You know how words and poems can tell stories and have different meanings? I think photography is the same — they’re so much dimensions to a photo, like— hmm. A photo of a person crying, but they’re crying from happiness— just banal things can mean so much. I want to be able to tell all these stories... and have exhibitions to show them. does that make sense? Man I’m rambling a lot— ahaha. hm. Kids huh? I’d love to have both a boy and a girl, maybe a boy first. I’d love to see you and a lil boy go out and surf together or fight with each other, and the the brother starts to care for his lil sis. And then I’ll go shopping with my lil girl screen the boys that come after her and dress her up for prom—. yea, a boy and a girl. oh man, dogs, thank god you’re a dog person. but that’s waaaaay too many idiot !!! Maybe 2 dogs? That’ll be more than enough. oh oh oh and In my house i’d Love to grow herbs and fruits that we can eat ourselves and use to cook too!... yes, growing old with you would be nice.. seeing you as a dad would be nice. I hope all the other moms don’t come and try to flirt though, oh god no-
/I can’t seem to stop going on— the picture in my head of the future seems so ideal, so full of happiness. My hands reach other, making little gestures to describe each scene in mind, grinning at the endless possibilities. I look up at you, after my train of thought comes to a pause, with pure adoration. What a nice little moment this was, sharing our hopes and dreams, how we were just in each other’s arms with no worries in the world.

hmm. next question then.... a— skinny type or a curvaceous type of girl? /brow quirks up in expectation.