Vanilla dreams

At some point everything felt so right for both of us

Defeated by George Hitchcock circa 1890

We were at the coffeeshop sipping vanilla flavored drinks in the middle of the night. I wonder how a man like you love sweet thingy like this. You said, I should too, so we could sleep and get over those 1 am caffeine thing I always said to you. I haven't seen you for quite some time, your pretty face doesn't changed much except the grayish shadows bellow your eyes, and it seem like those sweet thingy would mean much to you.

Drunk over texts and tinted black skies over our heads, I read your dreams through this magical devices. I love how you talked about your dreams for the entire conversation, caused you knew I always longing for that, like I'm the right person you'd share your future with. I love the way you told me to took care of the greeny living in my room caused you were sure I couldn't stand to over-loved them, "Pouring too much water will kill them anytime soon, z" petty man and I called your name until you smile

You said there would be a garden behind your house and fill it with lots of greens and flowers, maybe trees...two or three

And if you asked me,

I do

I want to see your garden

and your face too