For the Days We Imagine
I don’t know what the future really holds. But I keep thinking about one part of it that feels close: you coming near me. You living in the same city. Maybe we see each other daily, weekly, fortnightly, or even just once in a while. But just knowing you’re a few minutes away from me brings hope. And with that hope come some dreams, simple ones and moments I want to live with you. I dream of the first time I’ll see you in person. Maybe I’ll prefer to meet you indoors the first time since outdoor meetings make long hugs risky. So I’ll wait somewhere quiet, nervous and excited at the same time. When you finally arrive, I might not even know what to say. I’ll hug you like a crazy madman. I’ve seen you in photos, on video, I’ve read your words, I’ve heard your voice, but seeing you standing there in front of me will be something else. Maybe we won’t do anything special that day. Just hug and sit somewhere and talk. You’ll tell me how your life is going. I’ll listen quietly, watching...