To the man I’ll marry one day

I made a hole in the wall; I tried to fix it; It went alright till I destroyed the wall.

It’s midnight. This afternoon I started fixing my cracked wall – last week I had a painting falling into it.
My painting is fine, by the way – Ars longa, vita…?

It’s midnight and I’m still trying to do it. You know, I like to think that I am able to do whatever my brain wants me to do.

But this fucking hole, I cannot fix it!

To the man I’ll marry one day… I will make you dinner every night, you – just fix my cracked walls?