i wish we were the people, living in a large apartment in a rural city.
i wish we could wake up every morning, warmed by the body beside us.
i wish i could desperately search for a favorite hoodie, only to find you wearing it.
i wish we could play video games, watch movies, and read books,
sharing emotions and memories. stories and character ideas.
i wish i could wrap you up in a blanket during a thunderstorm.
i wish you would sympathetically into my eyes while i had a horrendous fever.
i wish we would race across windy beaches, or search vast forests.
on every shooting star, i wish.
i wish we could cook at 2 am because neither of us could sleep.
i wish we would learn something together, so random but so fun to do.
i wish we could blast records in our house and think about their deep meanings to us.
i wish we could talk about intricately written poetry and it's meanings and representations.
i wish we could fuck around and act like children in a candy shop.
i wish that the future would come faster.
my escape, take me there.
let's visit ireland together. live on the ring of kerry.
there are small towns, vast oceans, beaches, forests and mountains.
an escape from all of reality.
let's travel to london and live in a huge apartment, dancing around in it.
leaving chaos of books, coffee cups, and sheet music across the rooms.
let's play music and live in a fantasy.
i wish i could be just a few miles away,
not that hard to reach,
but a border blocks my path.
i'll try to be happy, as i know you are too.
but it's hard to be happy
when your smile isn't with you.
a year has passed, but it feels like an eternity since i saw you last. before, it was hard, but it was bearable. i could call you, text you, meet with you easier. but now that i can drive, and i still have my phone, i can't find purpose in those things. how am i supposed to go on when the thing that haunts me most is in my pocket all day? a computer, a literal superhuman calculator is sitting in my pocket at all hours of the day, but whenever i want to talk to you, to say hi, to let you know that you are loved, to pray over you, i can't. wouldn't it be funny if she knew i wanted to pray over you, that i had been praying for her. that almost every ounce of my spiritual willpower ways focused into a prayer an hour and half long sitting at my bedside, almost entirely contained of prayers for the broken hearted, the broken family, and specifically you two? i doubt she would believe me.
my love, while i desperately wish to give you something. anything! something small, like a crystal or essential oil which have great value to me, or a sweatshirt out of my, literally towering collection. or maybe even the steel drum key chain you gave to me which, despite all odds, i found squished and dirty as hell, but there in the school parking lot with my house key. it's almost symbolic...
dontchya think?
A short animation about what love is [ Love is in the small things / Puuung ]
YOU ARE READING
This is for Us
RomanceUs, Them, and Everyone else who needs us. Who needs me, and most importantly... Everyone who needs you.
