I’m gonna meet my CHUCK.
the ever so loving Chuck Bartowski. A geek that loves to play with his video games and I know, he will stop playing when I call him.
My Chuck who is the best best friend of his best friend.
my chuck who will ask me for a real date.
the man who will hug me when i needed to be hugged
and when it’s Christmas, we’ll stand under a mistletoe. not kissing each other but asking me, “do you want to dance?”
then if i’ll have another guy due to some issues, [which i know i won’t] who’ll be in danger. he’ll save him. then i’ll ask why is he doing this. he’ll simply say, “cause i know how much you care about him” then kiss me before he leaves and say he loves me. cause it feels fucking great to say it.
then when the guy i am talking about earlier went insane and tries to kill me, though he’s not good with the guns, he’ll save me. he’ll bring me in a room. talk about everything then i’ll just say, “shut up and kiss me”
then he’ll propose to me in the balcony. though he slipped the ring and i put it back in his pocket which he isn’t even aware i did.
then we will wake up in one bed, looking at each other. and you know what would be next.
lastly, i would marry him. i want to be with him whether he has the intersect or not in his head.
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