I hope I can grow old with Ginny.
I don’t know if hope or wish is the right word here.
Because I’m sick.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
Also.
I’m scared of my safety.
I have already mentioned it previously.
I don’t want to say it again.
I don’t know.
I hope I can live a quiet life with Ginny till we’re old and grey.
I don’t know if the word is hope or wish.
