I crave domesticity with you. Waking up beside you every morning, playfully arguing about who’s going to do what chore, adopting pets together, getting ridiculously excited about buying boring stuff for our house like cookware and throw pillows, decorating, going to the store together, I wash the dishes whilst you dry them, brief, chaste kisses whilst I walk past you, leaning against one another on the sofa as we rewatch the same series for the fifth time, falling asleep together every night. That’s the dream.