Tonight, I will dream of the possibility of us:
We will smile at each other for no reason at all, go on road trips in your non-existent car, share the most tasteless strawberry milkshake I’ve ever encountered, go on all the rides in Enchanted Kingdom, and walk home hand-in-hand under the yellow streetlamps.
Tomorrow:
I will wake up loving you more than I have loved you today; you will wake up not remembering anything.
