I want to experience what real love is like. Not those short-term relationships that only last until the lust runs out. I want someone I can connect with on a different level; where our fingers are like Tetris pieces and our conversations are long and complex. I want my real love to be like a Mozart symphony: beautifully crafted and never lost in history. Where an awkward conversation ceases to exist, and our personalities intertwine like vines in a sacred garden. I want a real love where trust is a given, never fading or dwindling. Where her beauty not only entices me, but gives me a sense of relief that our children will be just as lovely. I don’t want to celebrate weekaversaries or monthaversaries. I want to celebrate years and decades of unmatched love. I want a real love with someone special, with whom I can share my life until my last parting breath.