I want to marry you. I want you to be my first time. Not a moment goes by when I don’t think about kissing you until the world runs out of breathable air. I want to be in your arms every minute of the day and stare up into your warm, brown eyes that seem so much more wise than mine. I want to have your children and see our races mix together to form beautiful little humans that have my smiling eyes and your eye color. I want to be the one that you come home to every day, the one who cooks weird combinations of food and begs you to try it. I want to be on the list for your family’s family reunion, and I want you to be on the list for mine. I want to fall asleep with you holding me every night, and I promise I won’t make you get up when the babies are crying so I will be the one longing to climb back into bed and curl up in my lover’s arms. There’s so many things I want concerning our future together, but the sad thing is, I know a future with me isn’t what you need.