Hey, can we get away?
I know it's only been two weeks and four days,
But do you understand how good a mother
I would be?
The only reason I wouldn't do this,
Is because when you look
For a perfect man;
You don't want him to be more perfect than you.
I can raise our daughter to be
A better version of me
~the version you fell for~
I know it.

You see, my insecurities are
Getting ahead of me.
I will never be
As rich
As resilient
As hardworking
~maybe i'll quit when it gets hard?~
I'll never complain though,
I swear I won't.
Your mother scares me
But I promise,
That when **** finally gets good,
I'll be the daughter she never had.
I already get along with the rest of your family anyway.
I won't be the prettiest
Or the fittest
Or the funniest
But I swear to keep a stash of
Stories of stars
And moonlight sonatas
And shy hugs
And support so cosmic,
The solar system will revolve around us.
I promise to never make you feel mediocre.
Because that's all I am
And I know just
How bad it hurts.