Laugh. I want to laugh with him. Loud, lively and together. To tears. For real.

And leave quotes on the bed.

And dance for him.

And laugh. Lively and contagious.

And then sing. Something extraordinarily complex. To be confused in words.

Swear. Beat everything ringing and throw fluffy pillows. It is possible to make up.

And then drive 220 by car. On the highway. Far - far away. Find yourself in another city.

Fly in an airplane and argue what the clouds look like in the window.

Walk to inhale the air from other cities. Get lost. Swear. Disperse on different sides. Turn around. On time and at the same time. Make up. Tired and happy to fly home.

Be where no one else is.

Together.

Forget about work. Disrupt important meetings. But then you can remember and laugh. Together.

And go to supermarkets at night. Ride on trolleys. Collect baskets full of my favorite sweets.

And then listen to comfortable music and look into the eyes, lying on his chest. You can keep silent about anything in common.

Sleep imperceptibly. Wake up thinking that today is the weekend.

Write plans on a piece of paper. Then cross it out, throw it away and break off ... ...

Laugh. I want to laugh with him. Loud, lively and together ………