I want to walk by your side, arms interlocked. You’d pull me in tight; I’d lean on your shoulder.
My hand would worm it’s way into one of your coat pockets and you’ll pull them out, threading our fingers with each other as we stroll.
I’ll laugh up at you as you smile softly at me. Stopping us under a shady tree, you’d lean down and my breath would hitch in anticipation. Instead, you’d bring your lips to my ears and whisper ‘I love you’.
And for once, I’ll be able to say.
I love you too.