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the-romantic-hopeless · 1 year

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Someday

Someday, I’ll be living in Canada, and I’ll be crocheting on the lap of my husband. He’ll be playing a video game, and talking to me about our kids. They’ll be out tending to the greenhouse, picking vegetables and mushrooms for dinner. I’ll talk to my husband about smoking a joint, and he’ll kiss me on my forehead.

Someday, I’ll be coming home from the store with my husband and kids, and we’ll all be talking and laughing, making plans for the holidays. I’ll take a moment watching them try and carry all the groceries, and seeing him laugh at the kids, and cracking jokes that only we will get, getting weird stares from the kids, telling them “you’ll get it when you’re older”.

Someday I’ll be bringing my kids home, finally adopting them and celebrating it. Showing them their new rooms, and the gifts I’ve made for them, and having them meet my other family members. We’ll throw a party to celebrate them being legally our children, despite being ours from the moment we met them. We’ll spend a day getting them things to decorate their rooms and feel more at home. I’ll get to make memories of them, to show them that they are loved, wanted, and appreciated. Just thinking of getting my future kids makes me cry typing this.

Someday I’ll be kissing my husband passionately on our couch, happy and in bliss. For once, I’ll feel safe and sound. I won’t have to be on guard constantly. I’ll be in love, and in peace. He’ll ask me if we ready to bring some kids into our life, and I’ll tear up in happiness. I’ll bear hug him tight, and tell him over and over how much I love him. I’ll kiss him all over his face, and babble on about how excited I am to be a mother. He’ll catch me looking up ways to be a good adoptive mother, and seeing me stress over it.

Someday I’ll be on my honeymoon, having great passionate love making and raunchy intense fucking. I’ll feel sexy and desirable and beautiful. I’ll be alternating from grinning like an idiot to nearly in tears from happiness. I’ll have beautiful bruises and bite marks adorning my body, and while he’ll sheepishly apologize for it, I’ll tell him to add more. I’ll slow dance with him in our suite, reminiscing on the times we did this before, and how much more beautiful it feels to be in his arms, as his wife.

Someday I’ll be walking down the aisle, seeing the love of my life trying to hold back tears, my dads arm looped with mine, before getting to holding hands with him. I’ll try and fail to not cry through my vows, and completely cry when I hear his. Getting my dream wedding ring slipped on my finger will be the most memorable thing I’ll have, and will keep me warm as I drift off into the oblivion called death. I’ll kiss him and feel a warmth and overwhelming feeling of completeness within me. I’ll whisper how happy I am into his ear during our first dance, and every time I look him in the eyes, I’ll feel like I’m supposed to wake up, and that all of this will be just a dream. But when his hand holds mine, I’ll know that this happiness is real, and that dreams really do come true.

Someday I’ll be wedding planning, picking out cake and flowers, buying my dream dress, picking out flats and when we get back to our home, I’ll be straddling him, kissing all over his face and hugging him so tightly. He’ll hold me close, then pick me up and swing me around, while I giggle like a maniac. I’ll be making invitations, and when he senses I’m stressed, he’ll kiss down my neck and convince me to take a hot steamy break with him. After I’ll be in the shower with him, whispering sweet nothings while we lather each others bodies. I’ll stay up late looking at my ring, crying, and writing my vow for him again and again to try and make it perfect.

Someday I’ll be out to dinner with him, and he’ll drop to one knee and tell me from the bottom of his heart that he needs me, he wants me, and can’t live another day without me. I’ll scream yes a million times, bowl him over and kiss him deeply. I’ll cry and hold him so tightly against me. On the way back to our place, I’ll admire the ring, and start crying again. When we get inside I’m gonna drag him to bed and screw him until we’re both blue in the face. I’ll light up a joint for us and cuddle close. The next day I’ll announce with him about our engagement, and enjoy the excitement from both of our families and friends. To keep me from getting overwhelmed, he’ll have his hand holding mine, and kissing the side of my head when I tense up.

Someday, he’ll look through my NSFW tumblr, and he’ll get hard as stone reading my fantasies. When I get off work, he’ll pick me up, and he’ll tell me in a deep voice about how much he’s missed me, and how badly he needs me. When we get home he’ll oblige me in some dirty roleplay, in some kinks, into my needs. When he’s done with me, I’ll be red in the face, marks adorning my body, and he’ll realize how good it felt to do this with me. After that he’ll get hard randomly thinking about how delicious I tasted, or how good I felt, or just how loud he could make me when I came for him. After that, I’ll dig through his fantasies, and when I’m done with him, he’ll tell me how he thinks he could never sleep with anyone else, because this is the best he would ever have. I’ll get embarrassed, and flushed, and he’ll pry my hands away from his face, and kiss me deeply, before telling me how long he’s wanted to have someone like me in his life. Of course, I’ll cry.

Someday I’ll be making him lunches to surprise him, getting his laundry when I see he’s stressed, and having him fall asleep on my chest, while playing with his hair to me telling him how much I love him, and that he means so much to me. When I try and get up, he’ll hold me tightly to him in his sleep. I’ll relent and fall asleep like that with him. I’ll wake up to him kissing my forehead, wrapped in a warm blanket. I’ll take time to get into the video games he likes, and secretly surprise him with gifts for his hobbies. When he’s sleeping, I’ll look up things to keep up with him, to make him happy, and to give him something he’ll love.

Someday I’ll be moving into a place with my boyfriend, excited about making that next step. Getting a fish tank and going to adopt some fish and even a couple of turtles. Decorating our place, painting walls, taking breaks to have sex in every room like a couple of teenagers. Our first night there we’ll eat pizza and drink by candlelight, laughing about little inside jokes between us. We’ll have a housewarming party, and spend the whole time shooting glances towards each other, and making eye contact. He’ll give his devilish smile, and I’ll blush like a Mormon learning about sex. When everyone leaves he’ll press me against the wall, pin my hands above my head and kiss down my body, telling me how cute I looked, and how bad he wanted me all evening.

Someday I’ll be coming over to his place, and getting invited to hang with his friends. I’ll crack jokes, make some burns, and watch hockey with them. I’ll be the mom friend for them, and also the one to blow the fuck up if anyone tries to kill their vibes. Hopefully I’ll be invited more and more, but not so much that they never get to hang alone. I wouldn’t want to ruin their friendship like that. For game days I’ll surprise them with delicious homemade game day foods, and keep the drinks flowing. And when they’re too drunk to move, I’ll situate them to sleep comfortably in my apartment, then have my boyfriend sleep in my bed with me, having him get comfy, then surprising him with the offer of a blowjob. From general excitement, to making him grip my hair and groaning, trying to keep quiet before cuming hard down my throat, then panting while I crawl up in bed and fall asleep on his chest. In the morning they’ll all wake to the smell of a delicious breakfast.

Someday I’ll have my date finally look deep into my eyes after a while, and he’ll kiss me gently, his hands on my face, kissing me like it would be his last. He’ll ask me to officially become his girlfriend. I’ll be excited, and hug him tight, telling him how happy that makes me. He’ll meet my parents, and I’ll meet his. We’ll talk after when he’s dropping me off and my place about how awkward both were because of how nervous each of us felt. I’ll invite him in, and offer a joint. He accepts, and says he would like to spend the night. I’ll be happy and say yes. We’ll get baked, play Minecraft, listen to good music and talk like rambling idiots. Finally a nice romantic song will come on and we’ll kiss. But something is different about this kiss. It’s more passionate, it’s more primal. He’ll kiss me like he’s going off to war, and I’ll kiss him like he just came back. Eventually he’ll pull me onto his lap, and I’ll kiss his neck, feeling his fingers dig into my hips. I’ll feel him hard under me, and I’ll whisper that I want to, if he does. We’ll have passionate sex, and after, when we’re both breathing hard, we’ll look at each other and laugh. After that, when he compliments me, he mentions little things about me, and make me blush.

Someday I’ll be dating someone that will give me butterflies, and that will feel the same. He’ll think about me all day, and every time his phone buzzes he’ll hope it’s me. He’ll bring me up to his friends, and that he enjoys picking me up for our dates. He’ll like the way I say “spaghetti” when I talk about it, or how passionate I get during hockey games. He’ll love my music taste, or be impressed by my talent for crocheting. His parents will tease him about me, calling him a lovestruck puppy. He’ll have intrusive thoughts about me, ranging from my laughter, to thinking about how I might look naked.

Someday, I’ll be somewhere, not really doing anything but focusing on my project, and a guy will come by, and he’ll strike up a conversation, and we’ll get so caught up in it that we won’t notice the time that passed. When we finally part, he says he wants to talk more. He’ll give me his number, and we’ll become friends, and get to know each other. He’ll get nervous when I touch him, despite how much he wants me to. He’ll get a little flustered when I say something teasing, but enjoy seeing me flustered in return when he fires back. Eventually, he’ll kiss me, and the whole world will stand still. I’ll feel a calm come over me, then a raging frenzy. But I hold back, because I don’t want to assume anything. When we pull apart, his eyes will be dilated, and through the clouds in his eyes, he’ll ask me on a date.

And I’ll say yes.

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