Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if my fantasies came true and we were together. I wonder how we would spend our days. I’d wake up in the morning to see your face on the pillow next to me. To see you wrapped in the cream linen sheets the comforter fallen to the floor. To hear the rising song of our alarm and to have you reach your arm over slamming the top and turning back to me with a defeated smile. I wonder what it would be like to force myself to get up from that bittersweet moment and put on my blouse and skirt and get ready to face the day. Always asking myself why for the perfect day would be to stay in bed all day next to you. I wonder what it would be like if you cooked me breakfast with smiley face pancakes and a tall glass of oj. And the delighted smile on your face as I compliment your apron. And to see you drive. The wind blowing our hair from the windows cranked down. Your sunglasses sitting perfectly on the bridge of your nose and your hand gracefully placed on the top of the rolled down window. Running your fingers through your hair and me wishing to do the same. The music softly playing in the background making the moment seem more and more unrealistically perfect. Maybe we’ll shop in those trendy villages like blue back square. Just walking the streets together, not really even entering any stores. Just walking. Pointing out interesting things in the windows. Maybe we even touch hands for a short moment and if I’m lucky our fingers intertwine and it seems casual to you unawkward natural. Maybe we'll go to dinner and we just talk over pointless subjects and a flickering candle. Then I don’t know what. Maybe we walk again. Under the night sky. Seeing your beauty in glimpses of the city lights. Maybe it starts to sprinkle maybe not. We laugh at a pointless joke. I love your laugh. I love your smile. I see your crisp blue eyes as we walk past a neon sign outside a dull bar and I realize that I love them more than I could fathom. They look into me and see every little thing about me. The good. The bad. My fears. My past. I can sense that. And I can sense that you understand. That you get it. I realize that those eyes are the purest and most beautiful eyes on the planet. Maybe I feel the need to tell you that. Maybe after we laugh and smile we both realize that this is the moment that happens in movies. The one where they realize. The one where they fall in love. The moment that happens after dinner and drinks by the streetlight’s corner. In a hip city of artists and thugs. Like us. Exactly like us. And we realize that we must follow through with the movie. Follow through with the feeling of realization. And then maybe our laughs and smiles drop not completely, not seriousness, just pause. And then maybe we look into each others eyes and slowly slip. Run my fingers through your silky blonde hair heads lean in. I feel your lips against mine I am truly happy. I want to stay there in your arms forever. We pull a part for a second Catching breath Opening eyes You smile And that is what I live for.