The good news is that I'm working on my life and my bau doesn't mind that I'm sick!

Let's grow old together. Let me watch your hair turn gray. Let me watch your girlish figure change as the years go by. Let me see your waist grow wide, and your arms cradle my child. Let me watch your skin crease with frustration and joy. Let me be the shoulder use when you cry, and let mine be the hand you hold when you're lonely.

Let's get mad at each other, and then kiss and make up. But let's never regret our decisions.

I'll let you choose the wall color, if you let me match it to my arm chair. Let's drink wine and watch old movies, but only the ones you like. Let's sing off key, and make our children groan. Let's struggle, and grow closer because of it. Let the white lace of your wedding gown be as pure as your heart.

Let's dance until we can't feel our feet. Let me be patient as you criticize me, and let's tell each other stories. Let me read your love letters to my vision fails.

Let's believe in true love. Darling, let's grow old together.