“I want to take you everywhere,” you said, and I couldn’t help but smile, genuinely.
You placed your hand on the small of my back and whispered, “Let’s go, darling, let’s go.”
You and I both know that we could’ve packed our bags right then and there,
or even just walked right out the door, but we didn’t. Instead, we entangled our limbs under
the warm covers and spent the rest of the afternoon putting pins in random spots on the
tattered map, and making up our own adventures. You’d point to Paris, and I would fall in love
with the way the sunlight washed over your collarbones in the sea of love.
Oh, dear. I want to take you everywhere.
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