Of our own little place.
Where it always smells like roses.
Where the rays of the sun dance on the floor and windows.
Where happiness is all around us.
Where we dance every night, drinking whine.
Where we make love.
Where we live.
Where our friends come to visit us.
Where we can fall asleep on the couch, cuddling for the telly.
Where we fight,
Laugh and cry.
Where we start a new chapter of our life,
Where we’ll learn just how strong our love is.
Where we surprise each other.
Where we cook side by side.
Where we clean dishes, splashing water into each other’s face.
Where we give our own personal touch.
Painting the walls.
Decorating. Making it ours.
We wouldn’t need a big apartment.
Or a lot of money.
As long as we’d have each other, we’d be fine.
I dream and dream,
and hope that it will finally come true.
I count the days.