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      I want it to be beautiful, probably not everything I imagined it to be, obviously, nothing is perfect. I want to be so into it that I can’t imagine looking out. I want to pray for every second I spend outside to go by quickly so that I can go back to the best part of “everyday”. I know it can never be perfect but I want the good times to be the best it could be. I don’t ever want to fake being happy in it, I want every joy that comes from it to be real and never one-sided.