You’ll roll your eyes at the mess of my hairbrush.
I’ll curse when you forget to lower the toilet seat.
One night, we’ll go to sleep still angry and upset.
But in the morning, I’ll wake up and – you’ll be here, snoring softly into your pillow.
And it won’t be a rare treat. It will be normal; it will be every day.
It’s strange, but I hope – we have the chance to take each other for granted.
To expect to see your smile every day.
What a wonderful thing – the chance to become used to someone. To expect them to be there when you come home. To no longer count the weeks until you can see them again – but the hours and minutes.
I hope we have the chance to take each other for granted…but, I hope we never do.