How about we… strike up a wonderful conversation in what we'll someday recall as the coziest coffeehouse we ever sat in, jazz playing unobtrusively in the background, realizing with delight the chemistry we possess, and how much time passes...
An awesome place I've visited:
My perfect Sunday:
That it doesn't "seem like a Sunday"...
What I would bring to show and tell:
Probably would play a song i wrote on the acoustic guitar.
I want to come home to:
love, peace, mutuality, color