A letter to my future partner.
I hope you know things about computers and cars and the like because I am almost useless when it comes to learning about moving parts.
I hope you enjoy picnics and beaches and hikes and adventures.
I hope you get along well with your parents and siblings.
I hope that you like breakfast and brunch and baked goods because I need someone to eat the shit I make when I'm procrastinating.
I hope that you like to play music while you clean and study and bake because I wouldn't want you to be annoyed that I do that.
I hope you followed your passions and dreams and aren't miserable at your job (like I am right now).
I hope that you like to just sit in a room and not talk because noise is too loud sometimes.
I hope that you don't mind that I like to do things by candlelight because lights hurt my eyes.
I hope you don't mind me always checking my phone - for nothing really.
I hope that you're okay with my messy personality and habits like throwing clothes on my chair/bed and not putting them away until necessary.
I hope you're okay with a sink full of dishes that will either be washed before bed or first thing in the morning. Most of all, I hope that we have a dog together.
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