Look, love.
It's time we came to a conclusion: Life's not perfect. I'm not perfect. You're not perfect.
Yes?
But here's the deal. This is how it'll work. Let me fill you in.
I want someone by my side when I laugh so hard that milk spurts out my nose and burns and tickles and I'm embarrassed but I can't stop laughing because I think it's hilarious too. I want someone by my side when my eyes leak salt-water, pushing down tears and watering my cheeks. I want someone by my side who will give me a knowing look, and stop me from doing or saying something when my rational-filter is broken. I want someone who will tickle me, grab me by my waist to surprise me, rub my back when the day is hard and the hours are long. Who will dream with me, and inspire me, and love me.
Are you that person?
I just don't know anymore. Many have pretended to be my knight in shining armor, but there seems to be a shortage of metal about, and they've ended up just tin-foil-fakers. Make-believe tin soldiers who aren't fit to rescue the Ordinary Princess.
Are you up for the challenge, love?
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