Sometimes

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i can imagine you with crow’s feet and strong hands, but i’d be just as happy to be wrong as to be right. i’d prefer it if you were fond of music, and avocados, and long runs on crisp autumn days. i hope you like to read, and i think you should be soft-spoken rather than brash, and if you shared my core values, you’d be an optimist, an atheist, an escapist. i’d rather you didn’t snore, that you wear your hair short, that you’re tall enough to kiss me on the forehead, fondly, unexpectedly. but if i am to want you at all, it’ll be because you are not all of these things, perhaps even because you are none of these things, yet you, by virtue of being yourself, will somehow be enough, more than enough, everything i never knew i needed. i’m waiting for you to defy me.