I'll take us to San Francisco. No moms. No dads. No little sisters or little brothers. Just us.
I've never been to San Francisco. How amazing would it be to go with you for the first time?
We could sail to Alcatraz at night and explore that haunted hallways that once held what is now history.
We could walk along the shore of the bay and talk and laugh and throw rocks across the diamond glass surface.
I would take you to the Golden Gate Bridge and we would stand on the handrails but not jump because I don't want to die when I'm the happiest I've ever been. I just want to see what it's like in the last moments of life. Afterwards we would get chocolate at the Ghirardelli factory.
We could go up hills and down hills and around hills and fly and sing and dance. Just us.
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Wanderlust
Poetrywan·der·lust [won-der-luhst] (noun) a strong, innate desire to rove or travel about.
