today i am hopeful.
this, this is our story.
today, the sun is bright and the rays,
they whisper to me.
whispers of you are mine,
whispers of hope,
of the fact that these years could be more,
more than school.
the moon tells me, there will be memories,
those ones i only dreamed of having,
the ones i never thought i’d have with you,
but always knew.
i always knew about us.
i knew from the days you mentioned loving my creations,
the days you said there was a girl,
and i was so disappointed.
when did you know?
was it today, or yesterday,
when you told me you had hope?
for something -i’m not sure.
and darling,
feel free to call me that.
or sweetheart.
or whatever else.
this, us, i know something will happen.
something wonderful.
and now, the things i can’t write about,
i imagine.
