Raw, naive, young.

I wish someone could click a picture of how we looked with certainty from the terrace into the warmth of yellow lights on the street tonight

I pray that this circle of comfort and happiness never breaks off into nothingness once we share a new bond

I hope that the cuddles stay, the giggles lurk, the whispers echo, the shadows dance ever so beautifully that we never forget to live in that moment

I want to sit tucked in and ask myself why is life defined by moments like these, where silence is loud and words are unique

I wish someone could capture the essence of the night in words, in eyes, in memories and tuck them into our pillow covers, so we can sleep soundly

I wish, I wish, I wish life was just poetry.