What if..

What if he came one fine day, flowers in his hand, in my favorite shirt, smiling in a way I saw him for the first time. Smelling the way he used to and tells me how much he loves me, how he is going to take care of me, how things are going to be alright. He looks at me as if there is no one else in the room or in the world for him. That we are the first ones here, like adam and eve..there is nothing that happened before us and we don't know what will happen after us. All we know is this moment ..this positioning of universal coordinates that brought us together, and here is where we define it. Our life.

Wishful thinking..yes ..very much. But gotta dream right ? And dream big. Hope this cinderalla comes out of her dream someday and realize life is not a chocolate house near a fresh water brook. That there is no prince charming coming to rescue you on his horse, just a list of things to be done and chores to finish. So then why I keep looking at a cloud of dust at a distance. Is that sound of footsteps?