The Real World

I'm a slave to the working day, but who isn't? Everyone struggles and everyone mopes about their problems. However, at the end of the day, there is a home that we return to and a different regiment that we perform to help ourselves forget about the frustrations of the day. I wonder if in Heaven, all the people must work to earn something for themselves? Is there frustration even there? Do angels have a workload that they must efficiently process? Is there paperwork or electronic records? Do they return to their home on a cloud and unwind with a beer in hand, while sitting like zombies in front of the television, watching reality show after obnoxious reality show? Is it sacriligious to consider an angel a zombie? I wonder...

I want someone who will...

make me laugh
be supportive
intrigue me
spoil me
whisper sweet things to me
have faith in me
confide in me
be patient with me
be proud of me
demand the best of me
challenge me
adore me
be dedicated
be passionate
be grounded
be focused
hold me all night
thank me for my creativity
be strong
be independent
be loyal
be trustworthy
be compassionate
be dedicated to my interests
try new things
be interested in hearing about my day
play with my hair
talk to me in a "baby" voice
love my dog
people-watch with me
laugh with me
spend time with my family
love me for my imperfections
melt me with kisses
appreciate me for all i do
open doors for me
serenade me
tickle me
teach me his passions
protect me
surprise me
be handy around the house
be a role model for kids
be clean
wake me up in the middle of the night to remind me that he loves me
run with me
laugh at my lame jokes
be goofy with me
get dressed up with me on a whim
write me poetic emails just because
dance with me in a rainstorm
go on random adventures with me
and most importantly...
love me as much as i love him