THE BOY THAT I MARRY

  The boy that I marry love to laugh, he'll fingerpaint, dance with babies. He'll understand the art of handmade birthday cards and will remember birthdays. He´ll spontaneous tickle wars that end up spilling the orange juice I'm holding.
  The boy that I marry will stargaze and point out planets that really aren't planets at all. He'll puddle-splash. And talk with me sometimes long into the night.
  The boy that I marry will live through and in his music. He'll know the lyrics of all our favourite songs and we'll sing them together in the car with the windows rolled down.
  He'll take me to the park and we'll have picnics with gingerale and oreos. Then lie together on the hill or look for four-leaf dover.
  The boy that I marry will sing in the shower. Every once in a while he'll serve me breakfast in bed. He'll set the alarm clock ten minutes ahead because he knows I am compulsively late and he won't mind that I hit the snooze button three times before I get up.
  The boy that I marry will juggle, know math or silly computer things that don't understand. He'll fix the things I break; and don't be mad when I accidentally press the wrong button.
  The boy that I marry will put family and love before money. He'll do what he enjoys in life and the money will follow.
  The boy that I marry will travel the world backpacking with me. He'll stay in hostels with me and love to explore. He'll take pictures and leave nothing.
  The boy that I marry will go to protests because he believes he can make a difference. Because he knows he will.
  The boy that I marry will tell me I'm beautiful when I'm in pyjamas. And he will mean it. He'll make homemade spaghetti with vegetables. Want to watch old movies together.
  The boy that I marry will buy me long-stemmed white roses for no reason at all; have them delivered to my workplace.
  The boy that I marry will be proud to hold my hand, and will let me slide my arm into his. He won't expect to have conversation all the time, he'll lie in silence with me, stroking my hair. Or massaging my shoulders. Or having me stroke his hair. Or massage his shoulders. Just listening to us breathe.
  The boy that I marry will love the country, and nature, and trees. And love the city just the same. He will know how to hug. Our bodies will fit together like the perfect puzzle piece that finds its match.
  The boy that I marry will be my soul mate.