“I’m bad with words. I can’t tell you exactly what I think and feel. I can write them sure, but right here, right now, I can’t even begin to tell you the affection I’ve grown for you. I don’t want what all those other guys want; I don’t want power or money or a line of beautiful women outside my door. All I know, all I can say, and all I want, is to look at you 5 years from now, across from me on a cold winter Sunday, while I read you a week’s worth of poetry as you sip chai tea from an oversized mug in an oversized shirt on an oversized chair. I want the steam from a shower and your crappy 2000’s pop music to become co-requisites. Every day the world changes, and we have to evolve with it, but I want to look into your eyes and see two symbols that tell me some things don’t ever change.
I want you to look me in the eyes, and tell my soul that we’ll exist forever.”