And we would lie together in bed, tangled up between the sheets, tangled up in each other; limbs, breaths, thoughts, dreams. We would lie there for hours, into the night and into the morning, envisioning a world together, our very own utopia, where the sky is sparkling, the water iridescent. A world we have been building since the very first day you took my hand and held it in yours in the streets of London. A world in which its foundations strengthen by the day, gradually developing into our own shimmering metropolis. It’s the simplest things that matter most in the end, and it never fails to bring me back and keep my feet firmly on the ground. We share a story we both want to tell, to build, and to grow, exquisite in its detail and beautiful in its entirety. As we lie ensconced under the covers, you would tell me about your hopes and dreams and I would tell you mine, and I would see your eyes sparkle as you talk about them, your passion and ambition burning like no other. With you, I feel as though I can achieve anything – you open my world up to endless possibilities, beyond what I’ve ever dared to imagine. And I would want nothing more than to help you achieve yours, to help you achieve anything and everything you want and could ever dream of. I want to give you your utopia, in every impeccable way possible. Because all of me, loves all of you.
; finally back from travelling, thought I’d write a bit before turning in for the night.