I want to go to an art gallery with you. I want to know what it’s like to hold your hand and walk through those massive hallways while you tell me the history behind every painting.
I want it to feel like shooting stars, just walking beside you. I want to look up at you while you talk. I want to smell your warm cologne mixing with my vanilla and jasmine.
And then I want us to leave in the rain. I want to feel it hit my face and run down my satin gown. Laughing in the rain. Kissing against a brick wall. I want all of it.
I want to know what it’s like to kiss you.
I want you to pick me up and carry me through the rain all the way back to my apartment, and stop to kiss me in the middle of the sidewalk.
I want to know what it’s like to be wanted. Wanted only by you.
Forever yours,
Lovie
