12 August 2010
I Stole Your Wishes.
I wish I had two lifetimes.
I wish I could make a backwards baseball cap look cool.
I wish I had a bottle of wine.
I wish getting drunk was more dignified.
I wish I felt like I belonged everywhere.
I wish English was my second language.
I wish I had a million friends
and that they all had a million friends
and that we could all laugh at the same joke
and find each other terribly witty.
I wish you would look at me the way you did the night we met:
like you were afraid I'd self-destruct if you said something stupid.
I wish life was like the movies
so that the best moments always had a great soundtrack
and that first kisses were applause-worthy.
I wish I could read every book. Ever.
And be so smart it'd make my mother cry.
But I also wish my mother didn't cry.
I wish all girls knew how beautiful they are.
I wish all boys would tell girls how beautiful they are.
I wish romance wasn't dead.
I wish chivalry could be resurrected.
I wish everyone could hear how all the world's sounds
become a symphony late at night when it's just
you and the moon and your heartbeat.
I wish I could stay up until dawn every night.
I wish I could wake up with the dawn every morning.
I wish that sleep was optional:
luxury rather than necessity.
I wish people could keep secrets.
I wish that books would always keep that "new book" smell.
I wish my bedsheets would smell fresh for longer than two days.
I wish I could read your thoughts.
I wish I had Audrey Hepburn's eyebrows
and Grace Kelly's hair.
I wish men would just be men.
I wish that everyone would say Thank You more.
I wish I knew when death will come,
because maybe I'll be on holiday when it does.
I wish I had two lifetimes
and that the one I have now
isn't half as good as it's going to get.
I wish that things would always, always get better.