Choose Wife. Choose third time lucky. Choose a one bedroom flat. Choose Leith. Choose sitting in the park in the glorious fucking sunshine the one day a year it's warm. Choose cats. Choose houseplants from IKEA even though you know they'll be dead within a week. Choose Barbie. Choose gigawatts, chicken dances and Keifth. Choose swimming. Choose wearing the same outfit and arguing over who got dressed first. Choose coffee on the sofa, and watching a tv show about people watching tv. Choose Phil. Choose getting lost, being late and arguing about if it's called juice or fizzy pop. Choose living room discos, naming cat toys, lockdown mullets and shaved heads. Choose comfy shoes. Choose walks on the beach, arcade machines and seaside day trips. Choose travelling the world one theme park at a time. Choose to make up silly wee songs, only to forget them straight away. Choose Friday night takeaways, gin and tonic, and choose In Bru the next day. Choose to build dens, spend 2 years doing a jigsaw only to discover you're missing pieces. Choose chips and curry sauce, cheese pizzas and veggie haggis. Choose someone who makes you laugh. Choose to be unapologetically yourself, and choose someone who loves you for you. Choose family. Choose to spend your life with someone you absolutely adore.

Choose your future.

Choose Wife.