This summer I...
want to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge in my heels, beside you.
want to have a picnic at Central Park, soak up the sun and laugh until my face hurts.
want to spend all my allowance on funnel cakes and cotton candy.
want to make tie dyed shirts and wear them proudly.
want to learn how to cook authentic Mexican dishes (you know the kind that just makes your tummy smile).
want to wear a big yellow flower in my hair, a white sun dress, and bright red lipstick while walking barefoot on the Coney Island shore.
want to jump in the pool with all my clothes on, dance in the rain and sing so loud I hurt my own ears.
want to go to outdoor concerts and discover new favorite places.
want to discover old treasures and rekindle an old romance (ours, I suppose).
want to paint my room, watch too many movies, make too many things, eat too many sweets, laugh too many laughs.
want to make lifelong memories, kiss and make up, kiss and make out, kiss and make love, stay up until the next day, sit on the rooftop, stare at the stars and then wait to watch the sun rise.
want to take weekend trips, wear a french braid, go to the batting cages— there’s always a first for everything, go to a baseball game, eat the greatest, greasiest pizza in the world, have a massive bbq and invite everyone.
