I want to take you on a ride into my mind. Maybe into my heart as well, I don’t know. I want to start by taking you onto a bus drive, rainy night, chilly seats and foggy windows. We are alone on the bus. There are some music songs. They are our favourite playlist.

I don’t know your favourite songs yet. But, I’m guessing. Maybe you like sad songs because you were broken before and also you like the happy songs that keep you in a good mood. You have a taste in soothing songs. They keep you away from life stress. You like classics, jazz and all my favourite songs that I haven’t listened to yet.

I’m drawing you onto the foggy window, imitating your voice while drawing them. I’m stealing all my favourite smiles from you. I’m putting you as a queen in my stories, I know you love them. Or maybe you are not that innocent.

I’m putting you as my guilty partner. I’m fascinating with you all the things that we can do together, all the unheard kisses, all the dirty secrets that no one knows despite the two of us, all the places where we made out where we shouldn’t, the adrenaline rush with our hands sculpting each other’s bodies underneath the clothes of one another.

I’m taking you on this bus to all your favourite places to eat. Maybe we can start with some pasta in Rome with you wearing my favourite flowy dress. Then I can take you to Greece, we can have lunch for just the two of us in the middle of the ocean. At night we can go to have dinner in Paris with your favourite black dress.

I love making you shy, complementing you in front of my friends, you blushing is my treat. So girly and so womanly, so tempting and so adorable. Your character is complex to have, so easy for me to understand.

I will travel in time with you. We can go to the ’60s. We can listen to Fly me to the moon for the first time. We can sing along with Frank knowing all the words that no one knows. We can cheer so loud without caring. And kiss at the end of the song.

I wrote a letter, or I didn’t. I will pretend to read you something that I wrote. But the paper is empty. All that I’m saying to you is me pouring my heart out without me thinking about it.

I’m taking you to every year eve for the past years. We will kiss under the fireworks and you will be my wish for each year.

This is what I feel each time I look at you.