Future

This year

Sleepovers every week, cooking breakfast for you, shopping together, and living in Miami. We can leave the country together for the first time, do Mardi Gras together, and have the best year ever.

Next year

We could be living together while I go to UMiami. I’ll join the PSA and we can take school-sponsored trips around the U.S. Wake up, cook you breakfast — honey veil with extra honey whip — maybe share a class, have a study date after, then a pasta dinner of your choosing.

Five years

Maybe we’re at the same law school, maybe we’re already out, or maybe my business is successful enough that I focus on it long-term. Either way, I’m buying you any Coach bag whenever you ask. Around then, we can have our apartment at Fontainebleau and be living the lives of our dreams together.

Ten years

We both have successful careers. Before we turn 30, we’ve bought our two Porsches, our Bronco, and our dream house by the water. On the mornings you don’t make coffee for both of us, we’re getting it in Brickell. You have your coffee bar cart, bikini rack, bobby net, and anything else you want. And we’re definitely traveling a lot.

Twenty years

We still have that beachfront house, but we’ve probably renovated it by now. Every summer, we fly six hours to our Palo Alto house to escape the Miami heat — or whenever a hurricane hits. Our beagle couldn’t be cuter. We’re still drinking coffee (or matcha) every morning, sitting together and enjoying every second.