wishes
Of course I know that you won’t buy a white horse and a sword and fight all the fire breathing dragons and scary witches deep down in the forest, this is not even a Cinderella movie. And I know you won’t take singing lesson to serenade me and take me to fancy dinner with a red ferrari in New York city and I know you won’t write me a twelve page of love letters, telling me that every inch of your body aches for every inch of my body,
I don’t even want those things.
But I do dream about you holding my hand in a cold winter day and clumsily trying to keep it warm inside your coat pocket; or kissing my right cheek once in a while everytime we say goodbye while giving me this look with your eyes, only with your eyes, that make this feels so special.
But I believe you have never thought about it,
nor it would ever happened in our case.