I wish it was 1989, and we hadn’t mobile phones.
I wish you knocked my door and asked me to go for a walk.
I wish that while we were walking we ate an ice cream and after it we kissed.
I wish words were less and caresses more.
I wish I could give you my heart without broken parts.
I wish we could do crazy things, wake up late and have breakfast on bed.
I wish you just cuddled me while watching a movie.
I wish you looked at me saying nothing, and everything at the same time.
I wish you whispered me the dream of your life.
And I wish one day we could take our backpacks and go somewhere unexpected.
I wish all the stars were aligned and let us share a second.
One second more, and another one after.
I wish I could get lost in your eyes, that I don’t know yet if they’re green or blue.
But I wish I could.
And caress every tattoo of yours while you explain to me their story.
I wish I could give you a present for your birthday and make you laugh.
I wish we could create memories.
And I wish we could take hundred pics.
I wish we could immortalise life.
I wish I could kiss you for the first time and you cover me with your arms.
I wish you could make me forget my past.
Or at least make me remember the past with a smile instead of sadness.
I wish you could give me memories.
I wish we could make a toast for all the created constellations.
And I wish we could think more about the possibles than the impossibles.
I wish you don’t think I’m crazy.
But that if you do you can accept it.