What Happens When Two Millennials Fall In Love

I want people in the grocery store to look at us, shake their heads when they overhear us asking what condensed milk is.

I want to help you pay off your student loans. No matter how many commas and zeroes and more commas there are.

I want the cabinet door to be hanging off it’s hinge.

I want the gas tank to always be on empty.

I want to get dressed up and go to Red Robin because it is fancy.

I want us to sit on a bench on the outside of the amphitheater because we cannot afford to go inside to hear our favorite band.

I will say no to you when you want to buy something unnecessary and expensive and remind you about all the commas and zeroes.

I want you to remind me of the same thing.

I want the old couple sitting in the booth next to us at Red Robin to say “It is so nice to see two young people, so happy together”

I want you to call my dad, dad. I want my mom to post on your Facebook wall. I want to send your mom flowers on Mother’s Day. I want to talk to your dad about sports. I want him to not mind that I have no idea what I am talking about.

I want to say “You’re my family now” once my parents are gone.

I want to feel sad when you feel sad. I want to get angry about the same things you get angry about.

I want us to not wait until we have everything figured out, but to figure everything out together.

I want to be 23 forever, together.

I want us to feel, to truly and without a doubt believe, and know for a fact, that our love is different. Is real. Is enough.

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