california dream.

Real happiness would be going to the beach with you, lover, those stunning white sand beaches you always told me about. We would run to the shoreline and just stand there as the smell of the ocean would get us drunk and the beauty of the moment would get us high. The sun would make you frown a bit, just enough to make those little wrinkles show around your eyes. And then you would look at me and smile, lover, and then you would take my hand and run towards the sea. We would stop for a while once the water touched our feet and we would run again. It didn't really matter we still had our clothes on. It didn't really matter we'd have to spend the rest of the day all soaked and salty. It didn't really matter we'd get the sits of your convertible wet. Nothing mattered more than making sure every minute we spent together was something marvelous to remember later.