I want to live in a city with you. It’s one of those things people laugh at me about. They laugh at me about everything. After a while I get tired of it. So I am going to stick with this idea like glue. It’s more like a dream. I just want to live in a city with you. I want to live in an apartment with you where I can walk in and feel like this is our place. Everything in it is ours. It’s like the whole apartment is a non-living representation of us and our love and our life together. It’s like I would come home every day and walk in the door of the warm home that is our love or maybe more like your love. Maybe it means I would feel more like myself. The person of me that loves you is my true self. Isn’t that what love comes from? Love comes from truth, love is truth.
And I love the city. It’s a place where everything is alive. People are everywhere. Buildings are taller than tall. There are so many different sounds. I also feel that art is so loud in the city. I feel that art is much more noticeable when people you don’t know create it in an environment swarming with so many people. People get inspired quicker and create quicker. I love art. Cities just seem so alive. Everything is living. Something is always happening. And it’s never too dark. Even at night, lights lead the way down the road. Some may want to live in the country where there’s wide open spaces and fresh air. It sounds nice. Although, everyone finds there place where they belong. I feel I belong in the city. I feel it calling for me. I just want to live in a city with you.