describe the boy you'll marry:
he'll either be a brunette.
or a redhead
blonde would clash with my pale skin. =]
with either green or grey eyes.
but sky blue would be lovely as well
he'll be tall.
but just taller then me.
not too many freckles. i have enough for the both of us.
not too pale. our skin would clash.
we should blend together.
like dusk and dawn.
white and tan
with soft lips
a soft touch
but strong welcoming arms.

and he has to have a lovely laugh.
that gives me chills.


what will he love about you:
my smile
the way i stutter when i am confused
the way i wrinkle my nose when i'm happy
how i make faces when i'm happy
my spazzyness when i'm tired
my freckles

where you will meet him:
who knows?


his middle name:
who knows?

what will he drive:
nothing to classy
won't be obsessed with it

his talents:
i agree with tierinie.
he will write songs
about me
or himself
he has to make my laugh
and smile
but also make me think

will you make history:
babe, they won't see us coming

your wedding song:
something silly
or classy
memorable
or a memory

children:
of course
we're both crazy
so we'd want to share that with the world
and live on in our name

and to hold them.

where is he from:
can't be from far away
i don't want to leave this place
where i was born
i plan to stay.
awhile at least.

music you'll listen to:
completely different
leading to silly arguments.
solved with a kiss.

things he'll say:
he'll say anything
because he'll know i'll always forgive him
he'll understand that i have imagined him this way since i was a little girl
my perfect man

where will you live:
we'll live wherever the wind blows us
we'll both be easy going


you'll fight about:
chocolate or vanilla
straight or curly
tall or short
yes or no
good or bad
hugs or kisses
you or me
when and where

your first house will be decorated:
it'll be crazy.
our memories from college.
a little bit of our family
a little bit of our friends
a lot of love

you'll be this couple:
Imperfect
but uncomparable
learning and teaching
never parted
whispering sweet nothings
shouting our confessions of love.
hard earned love
forgetting the bad times
and making new good times

perfectly imperfect