I have the worst time seeing any future; my job, school, life. I think it has something to do with the depression. Maybe its the idea that I never thought I would live this long. I thought I would take my life before I could really experience life.
But with you, I see that future. I see you cooking me breakfast butt-ass naked. I see us watching movies and falling asleep together. I see me waking up to your face. I can see your face standing at that alter. I can see the happiness I will feel to call you my husband. I see our house. I see little Zeke and Valerie. I can see us raising them. I see them growing up and us growing old; you still butt-ass naked making pancakes.
It feels weird to see things like that. But I love it. Those long nights that kill me to be that far from you, I picture all of those things and it makes things bearable.
Thank you, the love of my life, for showing me what there is to live for.
