Turn off the lights and lay down with me, so I can listen to your voice without knowing what you are talking about.
So I can hold your hand with the feeling inside that this will last forever.
So I can watch you reading books and close my eyes while I’m listening to your breath.
Let me write storys about us and knowing that they can become reality.
Let us talk about our weirdest dreams while we’re running to the bus stop.
Let me prefer watching you instead of the nature passing by, when we’re sitting in the train to a foreign city.