in these years spent searching for one to join with on this journey, i've learned of preference,
all i want in a future mate is someone who laughs at my jokes and speaks with a british accent,
i make jokes too often for silence to be a common response,
if this is to last forever, i need not learn of tumbleweeds and their propensity to roll,
and i know that fights will come, i know that there will be words shouted, that bubble forth like rabid froth, and i know that in those quiet moments that follow, there's nothing i'd rather hear than "i'm sah-ray".