my heart races to the sound of voices in the background, mumbling into one, a word standing out here and there.

but my heart races. that’s the point.

it’s in the air, it’s on my skin – it’s tears stinging at the backs of my eyes. excitement, extreme excitement…

i’ve missed you, terribly.

sunrises, sunsets, europe.

tell me yes.

it would be sunny for a lot of the day, but it would rain for bits. hot rain. we would be outdoors mostly, but indoors too. always alone.

at the beach, or near water somehow, a river, a lake, or a stream with a waterfall. there’d have to be a sunset – or a sunrise – we’d have absolutely no sleep at all.

we would laugh, a lot.
that’s what we’d do.