I want to be fit and I want to be beautiful

I want to have a perfect home like the apartment in Ghost and I want to decorate it myself with modern art and out-dated fashions

I want to stay in that home all day and paint and write and I want people to pay me to do it too

I want to have free time and I want to use some of it to act just because I love doing it

I want a guy and he doesn’t have to marry me, but we have to live together

I’d marry him if he asked though

I want to love him and he has to love me

He has to make me feel safe

I have to be attracted to him and we will make love almost every day

We will have inside jokes and know everything about each other, but never get bored

I want to love looking at him and touching him and the sound of his voice

I want him to take me places in pretty dresses and act possessive and protect me from every guy there because I am so beautiful and so special and I am his

Then I would prove it to him in some public place
We would make babies and we still don’t have to be married, but he would have asked by now

I want to love those babies so much because I see him in them and because I know them better still

We would raise them together and I would paint their portraits and write about them and they too will be beautiful

I’ll write a book and it may not be my first, but it will be a comedy

Even with kids, he and I will still make love and I want our kids to understand someday because we are always honest with them

I want to watch them play and imagine them grown and I want it to make me sad and happy at the same time

I want us all to think about death, but not to be afraid of it

I want us to love and to laugh and to be proud of being strange and different

I want us to leave behind regret too, but that one’s a lot harder

I want us to cry sometimes, but to never neglect each other

We would be happy and free and know that we were

I want to love my life

Is that so much to ask?