Marry me. Let's make vows and promises and kiss with everything we have, while dancing the night away.
Marry me. We can have a daughter with your eyes and my smile, who laughs more than anything else.
Marry me. We can go travelling in our mini van, stressing over every turn before pulling over to the side, trying not to argue in front of her.
Marry me. Let's eat meals together and fight about the little things and never let a single thing go.
Marry me. So we can yell and scream in front of whoever we want until even the silence hurts.
Marry me. Let's break all our vows and promises and never kiss again.
Better yet divorce me. We can pretend nothing happened and that marriage is overrated because love never lasts and I'll pretend if you will that I don't think about you every time I go to sleep alone.