Some day soon I'll meet her at the bridge and we'll walk toward the city together, toward the skyline backlit by the setting sun. The wind will rise as we climb higher, I can't wait to watch it blow her hair.
And I'll hold her hand as we cross the creaking boards and the sunset glints off her glasses and lights her eyes with flecks of gold. And she'll dazzle me with that goofy smile of hers and hold my hand tighter when the bridge and the city fall away below us, when we climb that staircase made of air and wishes.
And all that I'll leave behind will mean nothing, it will all be someone else's problem then. And our real life will be all ahead of us, across the water and the sky.
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