Your interal conflict + modern war imagery.

In a year and three months, my life will change forever - if I chose to go. If I go, I expect my apartment to look as though a bomb has hit it - he's just so messy. And, oh, Dear Lord, the constant battles between us. We're both so damn stubborn, that a mixture of our opinions explode like a freakin' hydrogen bomb. I'll be away from my family, and pretty soon, we'll buy those tanks of a 'family car'. Goodbye dreams of having a Smart Car.

But then, saying that, I'd get to wake up next to him every single day. We'd have our own lives, away from all the drama, just to create our own. But at least our own is ours. Our wars belong to us, and I'd rather fight World War Three with you than be with anyone else.