It may not be the movie scene that the most romantic of romantics has ever dreamed of, but I am a somewhat romantic person, and my thoughts often revolve around moments I would like to experience. My thoughts and desires were the last things left just for me, and that’s why it’s so hard to talk about because my life was invaded, turned upside down, judged and punished.
My thoughts are sweet… I imagine a quiet afternoon in the park, the weather is nice, it feels like the beginning of summer, it’s warm, and I can feel that we are warm inside too. We want to cuddle in any way possible, you lay on my lap, I stroke your hair, and I move my lips without saying a word, for you to read in me that I love you. We know that moment will only last as long as it has to, and it hurts just to think about saying goodbye… I swallow the tears and leave them for later, I want you to enjoy every second of this moment, I want it to be one of the few things you remember with a smile on your face, not because you haven’t lived enough, but because of all you’ve experienced, that was the most special and unique moment, just like our hearts feel unique to each other.
