just a wishful thinker..

what if love was a wish
that if two people secretly loved each other they had to wish extra long to be able to hold one another in their arms
would we dream about them during the day




something about the snow falling ever so lightly from the sky and landing ever so gently on branches and streets outside gets me thinking

each flake with a destination

they just float down like messages from heaven above
might as well be paper airplanes

what is it that gets your heart going

where do we hold onto the emotions that keep us motivated enough to see our old age and the smile upon our loved ones faces

dreaming like kids about waking up next to each other
and taking walks at night hand in hand

WHO IS LOVE and what makes everyone think they've met