I imagine mornings barefoot in the kitchen, making his coffee, leaning in to kiss him awake, while he takes care of everything else bills, plans, the world outside, leaving me free to simply be adored. Days would blur into spontaneous adventures, laughter spilling under foreign skies, and nights would be soft and warm, where I can melt into him, feeling small, cherished, and utterly treasured. I just want to be wanted, worshipped, and cared for, to live a life where my only thought is how to make him smile, while he carries the weight of the world and lets me simply love and be loved in return.