You are someone I crave to be with.
You are someone I secretly imagined a future with.
Someone who would grow old with me.
We would slow dance around an empty room at four in the morning, or may be drink some soup in the balcony with endless conversation.
Life won't be boring as long as we have each other.
I do imagine you in the kitchen on a Sunday night with me, trying to make something for us, and ending up being more in love with each other.
Some day you would snatch my journal, entwine your hands with mine and scan the pages with heat eyes.
I wish one day we could walk home together.
May be not today, but one day, I would call you mine.
Only mine.