while we are in a figment of my imagination...
sometimes i wished i was uncomplicated enough to marry a man who does not intrigue me intellectually, someone who might be an engineer of some sort, and who gets stationed by his firm in a bavarian town for a year or two.
on the weekends, we will then spend our days visiting the holocaust memorial on a day trip to berlin, or strolling in the french gardens in our matching colour palette of baby blue and grey windbreakers. on the way home from our evening stroll, he will stop by a local cake house resembling something of a gingerbread house, and picks out a selection of almond pastries and spice cookies.
he will undoubtedly say something corny like "sweets for my sweet". but that is the way it has to be.
maybe i should heed my mother's advice: "marry a man who loves you more than you love him, and you might be happier"
on the weekends, we will then spend our days visiting the holocaust memorial on a day trip to berlin, or strolling in the french gardens in our matching colour palette of baby blue and grey windbreakers. on the way home from our evening stroll, he will stop by a local cake house resembling something of a gingerbread house, and picks out a selection of almond pastries and spice cookies.
he will undoubtedly say something corny like "sweets for my sweet". but that is the way it has to be.
maybe i should heed my mother's advice: "marry a man who loves you more than you love him, and you might be happier"