Hm a fantasy. Well, my fantasy, ever since I met you was to grow old with you. And anytime I need hope I always think of this certain fantasy.
It’s snowing, and we’re inside, you’re painting something on a canvas, wearing a cute fuzzy sweater. And I’m fixing us up some hot chocolate. Our fire place is crackling, the windows are foggy and frost bitten. And as you paint I stare at you, being engrossed in the master piece you’re creating. The look in your eye, that beautiful look of wonder, as your hands are taking over, you effortlessly make strokes on the canvas. And I’m just in awe. You’re incredibly beautiful. And in that very moment, I fall in love with you all over again. It’s just as if we were once 16 again, and that new young love has resurfaced in an age, where I barely remember my adolescence. But the thing with you, is you allowed me to find my fountain of youth, after all the years, you kept this love, strong, and with fire. I remember that you set fire to my soul a long time ago, and as everyone else’s love, just turned to ash. Our love is fiercely raging with passion. In that very moment, as the snow turns into a blizzard, and as your cheeks are kissed with red color because it is slightly cold, I realize, that you’ve always made me undeniably, indefinitely, overwhelmingly, utterly happy. You’ve been doing that for years. You kept my heart warm, instead of turning cold. So that’s my fantasy.
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