Someday I’m going to be with you.

I’ll hold your hand running through the park. I won’t be afraid of what’ll happen in the next five years. I’ll be satisfied with having that moment.

Someday I’ll take your picture standing in the middle of the city. Millions of people will be walking around us, and I’ll only see you.

Someday I’ll take you to my favorite part of the city, and I’ll buy you a slice of my favorite pizza spot. You’ll tell me how basic I seem, and I’ll laugh and tell you that this was a hole-in-the-wall type of spot.

Someday I’ll show you the same subway stops I got off on. I’ll show you what part of the park I started getting blisters because I was wearing chucks. I’ll show you the spot where I looked up a Footlocker because I was close to throwing my dumb ass shoes out.

Someday I might even take you to the first spot I ever stayed at in the city. I’ll show you the first time I thought about writing. I’ll show you the places that I saw on tv that told me I was meant to be here at this moment.

Someday I’ll be able to go with you to my favorite city in the world. Someday I’ll take a stroll with you to have memories I can hold onto forever. Someday I’ll tell our kids about the walk where I told you all about me.

Someday can’t come soon enough.