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I wish us to walk on streets where people stop and buy flowers and coffee and they are not rushed nor angry nor do they seem in any way displeased. 

I wish us to fall asleep in the afternoon in lukewarm rooms, with open, wide windows that frame the sky. 

I wish us to wake up in golden sunrays, caressed by the smell of coffee, toast, and tender lips that melt on sleepy cheeks like butter. 

[....] and most of all, I wish us to not be scared to look like fools when in love.
To not tame our hearts or our steps that rush towards each other. 

I wish you and I to meet on a planet where we will not have to wait an eternity to share a moment.