To be anything other than utterly overjoyed every moment of your being.
I want wooden floors and weekend trips to the farmers market.
I want cats and days of planting flowers and having brunch in the yard.
I want greenery and reading at night by candlelight with the windows open.
I want white walls and soft sheets.
I want newspapers and painting in the morning.
I want love notes and sweet nothings just because.
I want romance. I want security. That’s all I want.