Sometimes, when it's late at night and I can’t sleep, or when I’m alone waiting for the bus, I’ll carve a different life. I dream of a cottage in a bountiful valley, where all we need is the garden, the river nearby and ourselves.
Even more, I lose myself in a rainy afternoon, too cold to go outside. So we stay in, bundled up in a cozy blanket in front of the hearth. An open book on my lap, forgotten between talks about the infinite and sudden laughs.
Or maybe we put the kettle on and, while waiting for the water to boil, we dance in the middle of the kitchen. Well, not dancing. But we sway slowly while “Work song” plays through the old radio perchen by the countertop. My head on your shoulder, I hum the melody next to your heart while you whisper the lyrics in my ear like a well known secret. In that moment we promise each other eternal love and it rings true.
I’m nostalgic, my love, over a lost reality.
Yours forever and never,
- A