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It happened around the time I turned twenty seven.
Actually, it was exactly two days shy of my twenty-seventh birthday
that the idea occurred to me.

It had been slowly making its way
to the forefront of my thoughts.

Two days before my twenty-seventh birthday
I decided I would be happy for the rest of my life.

All will be still and perfect

We'll get married

I'll wear a Mara Hoffman dress and a beautiful flower crown

He'll hold my hand and run his fingers through my hair

On our honeymoon
We'll get naked

And draw on each other's bodies

We'll make art together

We'll have great sex and go to Key West and cook together

It'll be the four of us in our cozy apartment

Us

And our two pugs
one black, one fawn

We'll be partners in our office

We'll call ourselves Artificial Architects

And we'll make beautiful buildings

The pugs will grow old

And so will we

But our love for each other will be undying

He won't abandon me

We'll be together until we die

All will be still and perfect