So to the man I’ll marry…
5% or maybe 95% of the time you desire to marry a queen or maybe a princess..
But in this context babe… I’m more of Anabelle
I don’t fancy dresses…heels and a walk in the park
I’m more of a let’s stay at home and order some pizza

You’ll probably ask me to accompany you to your meeting and seek my opinion on your projects
But I have this rehearsals in head…on how I’m just gonna smile and say “you are right babe… You don’t need to seek a second opinion”
Reason being… From my childhood I wasn’t taught to be vocal enough
I confided my words in a cage and swallowed a lump in my throat.. For the better.

And on some days if not all days you’ll get the urge to file for a divorce cause babe.. I’m a whole Lotta things and you’ll feel frustrated I know
On days like those… I’d be a 5 and you’ll be a 95..I know I won’t be able to meet you half way.. And I’m gonna drain every ounce of energy you got…

But babe…
I will support your dream…i mean I’ll make you breakfast in the morning and tell you… “Go kick some ass”

And if love was a pill… I will swallow a whole pharmacy and drown in each tablet…
For you

And I’m sure we will have third…fourth and maybe fifth parties
But babe… I will nurture each one of them…

I might not be a princess or a queen

But maybe a title just above it

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