An ever after?

At this exact moment, I imagined saying yes. Then I saw my life with you. The messy house we might own. The messy car that might be the triggering factor for most of our fights. And in the same car where we will do more than just a kiss to make up. (More being you giving me full ownership of the car on weekends. And then some.)

Then I envision seeing you on most mornings to come and I quietly ponder to myself, wouldn’t I want to wake up alone again like I used to and embrace the greatness of solitude, in which I have always relish.

But when I visualized you next to me on our messy bed and I’m lying there knowing very much that our cat is again peeing on the carpet, I felt relief flooding over me. I realized I won’t need to wash that carpet alone or even at all. You are there. For better and, if I dare hope, for far worse scenarios than just a pee-drenched carpet.

Before I hit the bed tonight, I think I am quite alright with the picture painted.