Someday, maybe we can enjoy the little rain in London and drive miles away to Scotland. Then go shopping in Paris and having fika in Copenhagen. Or maybe we shall stop by and buy matryoshka dolls in Russia.
But above them all; to watch the starry night upon your back, ride along beneath the landslide, catch the sunrise before the dew and smell the wind breeze mingled with your perfume, I guess I don't need to go that far to get to where you are. I don't need to wait that long until that word 'someday' will come. But I don't want to be that simply person who's eventually gone and forgotten by. I don't want to be something that you hold tight in the beginning but fade away in time. I don't want to be memories. Because you know, I know, we both know, "you and I have memories longer than the road that stretches out ahead."
So I hope once again God crosses our paths.
