I want to be married.
I want to wake up next to someone everyday.
I want to miss this when he is away.
I want someone to come home to
or someone to come home to me.
I want a witness;
to my joys, my sorrows, my life.
I want to disagree with him and scream,
go off into violent fits
and then talk it through with him and whisper my apology,
praying my weakness is not too much for him to forgive.
I want to read with him, sing to him, dance with him; for him and watch life with him.
I, too, want to be a witness.
Assuring him that his life is not in vain
for I am here.