My generation is so broken. I'm 25 and I'm not married. I have no marriage plans in the works. Sometimes I find myself wondering if I've met my wife. Do I know her? I wonder if she is stressing out because she doesn't think I exist. I wonder if she has the same questions that I have. And I wonder if someone is hurting her. I am trapped in a generation where it's popular to use and quickly discard women. Caring about them? Not so much. Sometimes I find myself subscribing to the same thought process. It only changes when I remember that one of these women is my wife. I think. It's confusing. But, I really hope nobody is hurting her. And I hope she knows that I will fix it. And I will fix her. And I will love her. And there is someone that thinks the way she does. And that she isn't alone. And that there are men who want more than her body. What's more? I also wonder if I do know her. Maybe I know her well....maybe I'm the one hurting her. Because I don't pay attention to her. And I'm wrapped up in everything that I think will make me happy that in all honesty probably won't. It's late and I don't care about punctuation. Sometimes my thoughts just get out...however they want. Please don't hurt my wife...that goes for me too....I love her.