with my head in the clouds

You know.
My future husband will resemble Murakami. Mysterious, romantic—not romantic comedy romantic, but To Kill A Mockingbird romantic; Western-influenced, butter-smelling, independence-yearning, misunderstood, brooding-poet-living-in-his-own-head type of romantic. Asian. Witty. Intelligent.

Without the trauma enabling him to raise children.
Someone with a deep, steadfast relationship with God.

Hahaha.

Murakami is so attractive, gosh.