In Another Life, I Want It To Be You…

I want to run my fingers through your palms & draw a heart as we press on each other’s elbows in a crowded train. I want to move furnitures with you; pay bills, do groceries, manage finances, work, earn, & invest on something permanent with you. I want to dance on midnight in an acapella with you. I want to lay next to our furry son with you. donate to charities with you. I want to watch every sunset & sunrise with you. Every rain, every storm, or even the sky is plain & gray & neutral, I want to see it with you. I want to build a hobbit house by the pond where we can sit in silence & watch wild grasses dance. I want to grow potatoes with you, give them names & talk to them as if they could understand. I want to have your mashed potato everyday like a maintenance medicine. I want to sit by the kitchen & watch you walk around the pantry like there’s nothing in the world but you & your knife. I want to hear you brag about the things you can do. I want to listen to you talking about everything you love for the rest of my life. I want to hear you out when the world keeps testing you. I want to massage your back when you had too much from work. I want to be there on days where you aren’t lovable—especially on days where you aren’t lovable. I want to be the one that pops up in your mind when you feel like running be it to or away. I want to be the one you think of in a busy afternoon rush—the one you walk home with, the one you come home to. 

In another life, I want your voice to be the first thing I’d hear everyday. In another life, I want to spend it with you. 

In another life, I want you to be mine. But in this life, I just want you to be happy.