Let’s go on a trip, my dear, to somewhere far away from both of our ‘heres.’ Let’s go somewhere without the cities we’re used to, without the noise of the cars and people, without a reason to think all the thoughts that are keeping us so muddled. Let’s find some Spanish gold and be adventurers.
Let me take you to the places where my better memories are. I want to see you wake up in the place I woke up in ten years ago when I was a little kid. Stay up and see the sun rise, just like you wanted. Let me be distracted by your shining eyes looking over the trees at the light, by your hair mussed from when you fell asleep in the tent while we were reading next to the lantern, the way you stand as you greet a new day. Then let me stand next to you on the beach watching the sun set that evening, the breeze from the sea smelling of salt and honesty - let me think nervously about holding your hand there in the wet sand.
Let me go with you. You take me and I’ll take you - laughing adventurers with Spanish gold…