I had a fantasy from the day I met you. I never run wild till I was sure. I remember staring at you across the lab. At that moment I was certain about a few things... I was 17.
1) I am going to be with that guy.
2) I love him.
3) I know he loves me.
Now,
1) We love each other.
2) I am going to marry him.
3) He is not yet the man he could be...
My question to myself now is, what am I willing to give up?
