I don’t want perfect plans
or busy filled days.
Just you telling me stories
down quiet roads,
your hand in mine
while time moves slowly.
I want to sit beside you
in small diners
with laminated menus,
ordering pancakes and crêpes,
talking while we look each other
in the eye.
I want to pull over
whenever we feel like
there’s a place,
a view,
a moment
waiting just for us.
I want the windows down,
music playing,
wind moving through my hair,
our playlists mixing
like the stories we share.
No rush.
No expectations.
Just the simple freedom
of wandering through the day,
side by side,
comfortable
even in silence.