I could ask for your number, Write your name on a page, Fold it into my wallet Until the paper shows its age. I could promise to call you, Leave a trail I couldn't lose. Make tomorrow feel familiar, Take away the chance to choose. That's what sensible people do. Maybe they're right. But tonight doesn't feel sensible. It feels... Like something that asks to be trusted. What if some stories Need a little room to breathe? What if hope works better Without directions? Let's leave this night exactly as it is. No photographs to prove it happened. No addresses tucked inside our coats. No safety net beneath the fall. Just two people Believing That if something is meant to return, It will remember the way. Maybe you'll think of me in winter, When daylight disappears too soon. Maybe I'll hear a song somewhere That reminds me of the moon over Vienna. We'll both keep growing older, Finding jobs and changing dreams. Life will gather little distances Between the people we have been. And still... I want to believe This night is stronger Than the miles. Not because love is easy. Because choosing it Never is. If we try to hold too tightly, We'll only teach ourselves to fear. So let's leave the door unlocked. Let tomorrow decide Whether this was chance Or destiny. People spend their lives Searching for certainty. But certainty is quiet. Predictable. Comfortable. This... This feels alive. It scares me. Which is probably How I know it matters. If you're thinking the same thing, Then meet me... Six Months. We'll walk away with empty hands, Yet somehow carry everything. No promises written in ink. Only one made in memory. If the world is kinder than we expect, If time remembers what we cannot, If two lives can bend toward one another After seasons, After distance, After doubt... Then one ordinary morning Will become Another beginning. Until then, I'll believe In us.
