Was I put here to love you in our home? My instincts tell me no. My fondest memory won't, I already know, Be my day as bride walking aisleside. I am not a creature of clichés. I don't want a good experience again, if I may, I want one just as unexpected, as fire meets wind. I don't want to be your friend. More so, I want an unexplainable connection which transcends. I don't want to be a student of school, I want to be schooled by life. I want to travel through dimensions, I've tried before and may try again, How can it be that I am here to be wife?