One day, we will build that house we always talked about; a sanctuary in which we will never lose sight of our love again, a home in which we will raise our children and our children's children. And within that house there will be a library. With red walls, I say, and dark wood floors. You smile. Will there be a shelf for me in this library? You ask. Of course! I reply. And in that moment, I am filled with the hope that together we will become something
sublime.