I just want to marry you. And pick out a small, shitty Christmas tree together. And put a downpayment on our house. And have children. And cook together. And take baths together. And make you your coffee in the morning. And paint the walls of our house together. And spend an infinite amount of time cuddled on our couch together. UGH, STOP BEING SO PERFECT AND MAKING ME SO GAYLY IN LOVE WITH YOU.