To be with someone like you is ambitious. You are a day-dream.
I dream of spending a day with you, out in the park under a canopy of a cool tree, with dirty ice cream biting our lips which smile with glee. Let’s take photos of one another, make stupid funny faces at each other until we stop using words but only know of happiness and laughter.
I will bring my guitar and I will sing your favorite song endlessly whether you like it or not, or until you fall asleep on my shoulder. I will not move any of my muscles so that I won’t wake you up because your face that peacefully sleeps is the most scenic view in my world. And let’s hope it wouldn’t rain because you love blue skies, too.
If I can only have a day in the hundred of your days, then I can truly say that yes, I was happy.
20 something, quarter-life crisis, loss of love, name it, nothing's weird.
