Forever January

I imagine walking with you under the stars and standing so close to you that my hair would brush against your shoulders. And our hands would entwine under the night sky before you would pull me against your chest.

And after a spell, we’d retire to the warmth of the indoors. It would all be so dangerously, deliciously beautiful. And I love the way we would make each other blush, smile and giggle as we gaze through our eyelashes at one another.

Could you imagine it? I could.

And so I do.