summer in berlin

and i told her about my dream, and i don't think she quite knew what to make of it, but it seems pretty clear that she doesn't dream about me. and i want a life with her so bad that it hurts. i used to think that we could only have a winter life, the kind where we stayed inside and watched movies and only went outside to smoke cigarettes in the rain. but she's more than just a winter girl, and i can see us having barbeques at our house and being normal. and i can see a time when the pain is gone. and i can see a little house by the beach with a window towards the ocean where we watch the sunsets, lying in bed with just a sheet to cover us and a fan to keep us cool. and i can see us being happy, and i can see her feeling safe. and i can see us taking trips to paris and berlin. and berlin is so beautiful in the summertime, it doesn't get dark until just before midnight. and we'll run through the city at 23:59 and everyone will see our love shining through the sunset sky, and they will know what it is to burn with this love that has overcome the misery