“I want to do cliche things with you. I want to go on walks in the park, and for you to lend me your coat when I get cold. I want to have a picnic on a beach at sunset. I want to go stargazing with you, laying next to each other covered in blankets in the middle of the night. I want to read you my favorite books, delicately turning the worn yellowed pages as you fall in love with the same stories I did. I don’t care if it isn’t hip, or if it’s been done a thousand times before. I want a stab at the happiness those thousand people had, and there’s no one I’d rather take it with than you. Maybe one day I’ll find you, and we can take long walks down the beach and kiss each other under lampposts. But for now, you’re no more real than the thoughts swirling in my head, and I’ve always been one to dwell on dreams.”
— heart’s desire // c.r.h.
