Someday, maybe not far away, I will hold your hand and we will walk through the meadow and wind will blow our hair.
Someday, maybe not far away, I will hold your hand and browse through tons of books in random bookstores in that busy yet small town of our own.
Someday, not far away, we will hold hands and push a pram through the crowded familiar streets of that old town.
Someday, not far away, we will snuggle on that park bench clutching our cups of hot drinks and thinking how happy we have made it that far.
Someday, not far away, I will hold your hand and together we will hold the key for the first house to own and tears will fill our eyes.
Someday, not far away, I shall hold your hand and look onto the world with eyes wide with pride and celebrate the genius that was always yours.
Someday, not far away, I shall hold your hand all through a beautiful ceremony and back to our house across from the meadow where we will enjoy our years of gray in gentleness and tranquility until the wind blows us away.
Someday, not far away, but that day will not be today.