i promise to always respect your hallowed hours of gaming, if you allow me to indulge in my own nerdy side; visiting the homes of my favorite authors, reading my bad poetry, visiting beautiful rotundas of dust-filled libraries.
i promise to let you order pizza when the food i make is inedible, so long as you hold my hand in movie theatres. and in the car. and on the plane when the turbulence gets so intense that my eyes dart from you to the emergency exit. and when the food i make is inedible and i get sad, of course.
i promise not to make fun of your tattoos, if you respect the greatness (that’s what i’m call it, for lack of a better description) of mine. i know this will be quite hard. my tattoo is as nerdy as they come.
and after you allow me my halloween wedding (oh, you will), where all of our friends and family come masquerading as witches and goblins, lady gagas, and charlie sheens, skanky nurses and doctors. we will have that kiss. a kiss of utmost promise and trust in all of all that is unsure on our road.
and it will be a weird one at that, because i will most likely be dressed up as bellatrix. for that, i am quite sorry.
and even after all of the masks are peeled away. and the ceremony, glinting lights, and glitter are gone. let’s shake on all of it, okay?
no crossed fingers behind our backs. i won’t even cross my toes, despite the fact that i might not want to give up my control of the radio in the car.
no toes, fingers, or legs crossed. only promises, promises to be kept, future man-friend.
future lady friend.