Marry Idea

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Marry ? I think,

She didn't like the idea.  

Well, maybe yes If you're a sensual man, very assertive, with a sense of adventure that can infuse her with 'Purpose.'  But really, Why bother her with the wedding?  Why not just be together, If she really had to, she would look for someone who was very sensitive, gentle, dreamy, wise, and financially stable.  

In other words, like her ideal self.

Be nice. I can be your summer and autumn at the same times. its depends. - you'll understand if you watching 500 days of summer-

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