We enjoy our witty banter We meet There are goosebumps with each gentle touch. The chemistry is so thick.
We can't help ourselves and fall madly in love, marry We might even have little curly haired babies, and maybe even a dog. I would become a magnate of some sort or other, you We publish best ti books. We are interviewed about our fame by Oprah.
They make a reality TV show about us. We watch our children grow to have children of their own for us to dote on and pamper. When we tire of the ocean we move back to the Missouri countryside and spend our summers sipping Mai Tai's on the veranda, and our winters singpe next to one another in front of the roaring fire.
We can say we want nothing more out of life. But alas I am hit by a singlle, and killed on my way to my 90th surprise birthday party. You have a stroke and die on hearing the news.
But all is not lost as we are reunited in heaven. And spend eternity listening to the ocean waves lapping against our feet while we endlessly walk the beach holding hands. Or, we could just grab a coffee???