Come with me...
I want to discover bookstores with you. And new restaurants, but not the easy ones to find, no, the secret ones that are tucked back away from the main streets and downtowns, that the locals have known all their lives. I want to listen to obscure music in the booths of old record shops, sharing a headset. I want to sneak through museums, looking for the perfect places to pull you into my arms, and sway to the rhythm of the songs our hearts play for one another. I want to find waterfalls, to sit on boulders with you in the arm, sharing our warmth in the just a little too cool morning. I want to dream, and love, and have all the adventures, so that when we come home, to our home, we can lie in the Quiet at night and whisper our stories to the moon. Come with me, my love? I love you, and I’ll be right here, now and always.
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