wishful thinking

we would count how many days ahead we have until we can head out for our little getaway,

counting stars at midnight,

getting lost because the streets look like a maze,

and laughing so hard at our silly inside jokes that we forgot about all our problems.

you asked me where we can see ourselves in five years.

“i would be a teacher, maybe,

or a psychologist,

you’ll be a great researcher. the best political psychology expert anyone could know out there.”

full of hope,

full of dreams,

full of what ifs and wishful thinking.

maybe we’re nowhere near where we wanted back then now.

maybe we will, in a couple of years. but maybe not.

maybe we’re weary, and tired, and want nothing more than a good rest.

maybe we have no idea where we’re heading.

but as long as i’m with you, i’m ready to write new plans.