I wish the couch was not this long.
I wish your arms were longer.
I wish we had more time.
I wish I had another day.
The couch was unnecessarily long. Or maybe someone else should have sat beside me, on the other side. It would have warranted an excuse for moving towards you in an attempt at making space for the other. I did use the excuse of taking the prawn from the plate on the small round table and moved from one end of the couch to the center.
That was already very brash of me.
Maybe I’ll hold your hand when we cross the street today. So we better go out.
I wish we could get out sooner.
P.S- We are engaged, finally 😉