if it was up to me, we’d be done with high school and be living in an apartment not in this s***-hole of a place. i’d be going to school, and working part-time at some coffee shop. you’d be playing the minor leagues. we’d own a black lab. we’d be happy and everyday would be perfect.
if it was up to me, i’d be at one of your games and after you win, you’d ask me to marry you. i’d start crying out of joy and say yes. our wedding would be one of the simply perfect weddings. our honeymoon would be to canada and we’d see polar bears and hockey games.
if it was to me, we’d be older and happily married. you’d be a successful person and i’d be your wife. we’d live in a white house, with blue or green shutters, with one of those mailboxes with our last name on it. with one of those perfect front yards with a huge tree on one side. i’d be pregnant with your child, happy with expectant beauty that all expectant mothers get. you’d come home to me, and we’d be happy to see each other. we’d talk for hours and everyday would be happy and sunny and perfect.
if it was up to me, i’d spend the rest of my life with you. i love you. i love you. i love you.