anisarodriguez
Him. You. That's all I want. I want your hand in mine. I want your lips against mine. I want your eyes on me, taking in my beauty and mine alone. I want your everything . I want to make what's mine your's and what's your's mine. And not even in an overly-attached girlfriend kind of way. In the way where we're one, a single unit. You. Me. Us, against the world. I want to be your wife. This, is all I want.
It's a trifling place really; telling you what you can and can't do with the money your worked so hard for. They're full of corrupted, boring, starched people who do nothing but control your opportunities.