One day I will marry my soulmate, we will live in our quirky apartment on the outskirts of the city, I will make him construct bookshelves and place the all around the walls, we will watch american baseball on television and he will not laugh at me when I get excited about a homerun. I will wake in the morning and go for a run down around teh harbour and will return to him awake and cooking breakfast. He will be assigned chef as I have no skills in the area of cooking, but he will love it, I will get him a chef hat and apron too. he will dsipose of any spiders, creepy crawlies or bugs in the apartment as I am petrified of all things that scatter and have small legs. We will lie on our comfy lounge and watch forrest gump and other favourites, we weill have fish and a little puppy, who will be so cute and fluffy you will want to duck him into warm delicious beverages.

Then when the time comes we will elope to the suburbs and start our family. Noah, Indie and Kanye too. They will grow and become beautiful little people. Our house shall be surounded by pink tulips and a white picket fence.

We, my soulmate and I, will grow old together and perhaps never think of leaving each other. We will die eventually, when our skin is wrinkled and old and tells every story of our existance. And we will be happy.

This will all happen and in time, but different to how I imagine. It will be better.