Acheivable, But Still Unattainable in Quotes and Thoughts

This is not really a quote. It came from an Instagram post of text messages, but I thought it was sweet and significant enough to think about and share. It is in response to the message: “what are u thinking”

“you, me. A real date. Not like how kids do it these days, like a real date. I’ll pick you up, say 5:30, flowers, a pretty car, and a pretty girl. First, we grab dinner. Your favorite place obviously. Talk for like an hour over dinner. Then, we catch a 7:00 movie, the best one out. Like Spider-Man or something awesome. THEN, we go get ice cream, I’ll get starwberry, and you get your favorite flavor, and we can sit there and low key fall in love w/ each other while we watch cars go by and talk about life. Then, have you home by 9 o’clock curfew, and if I’m lucky, a hug and a kiss goodnight.”

This is something I thought was really sweet and pretty perfect (despite the punctuation and grammer errors, but I blame text messgae). Would this not be the most perfect date?

I could not stop thinking about all of the things I really want in that aspect of life. I want to become friends with someone. To become really close with them, so much that they become your best friend.

Hopefully, that friendship could blossom into something so beautiful and pure that I would not have to worry about losing them. Our first date comes and is amazing. We are already comfortable with each other, but because this is new, we still have butterflies floating around our stomachs.

Eventually, as time passes, the butterflies start to fly away. The feeling is replaced with a sense of home and safety. This person represents a reason to keep moving. Someone to come home to every night after a long day. Arms to hold me together when I am falling apart, a body to cuddle at night to keep warm.

One day, a fight comes along. It is more than a silly argument, filled with dangerous passion that could break everything. But we fight to stay. To work things out. I want to come out of a fight so big and terrible with that person still by my side, that way I know we really will fight for each other. We will work for this relationship.

A couple years pass, and our parents know everything. They are accepting. He (if I am with a male) asks my father’s permission to marry me, or I (if I am with a female) ask her father for her hand in marriage. There is no question in what they will say. They are delighted.

A proposal happens, and the wedding is beautiful for us both. A child comes along, maybe more, and we struggle our way through parenting with plenty of happy times. The first word, the first steps, first school, first love, first heartbreak, and off to college they go.

What I wait for, though, is the later stages. A great as the rest will be, I think this will be even more rewarding. Our first grandchild comes. We are grandparents. There is another child to spoil with more love. We sit on the porch in old rocking chairs, holding hands, watching our grandkids run through the street playing. We look at the life we built together, that we fought so hard to acheive.

I want this as much as the need for oxygen. It feels so unattainable, all the pure love. As much as everybody talks about the perfect relationships, nobody is willing to fight for it. It is not going to be given to us. We have to work for it.

Again, I am young. There is life ahead of me. I just need to be patient and focus on what is important. Hopefully, one day, I will get there.

I apologize to anyone reading for the ramble of such foolish wishes. This probably does not qualify much as a quote analysis. I just needed a place to share.