This Bad English Phrases Belongs to You

There are a thousand thoughts that I wish to realize it with you. From the tiny things that we could do as soon as possible, while another is too big to dream about.

                I like to imagine these things before I go to sleep at night. I always love how they gently whisper at my ears, fleeting like an ode’s rhythm, shimmering like a feebly fluorescent. And finally, after these things are just too heavy to be imagined, I start to fall in a deep sleep, with a last thought: you and me, do whatever we want, whatever scenarios which have come to my mind.

                There are so many things, scenarios, and thoughts swirling in my cerebrum, but one thing I keep imagine all days—or at least once a week—is the thing that I always try to realize. The thing that always fulfilled my fiddle-faddle time to be something worth, something which thrived as an ending of a bedtime stories on the tip of my last consciousness.

                I always dream about you and I, lie upon the shoreline of an unknown beach, which has a breathtaking and enchanting scene. Or sometimes, when I was too melancholy and missing high places—I dream about laying on the top of mountain, me and you—take a sight at the flickering lights of city landscapes. Whatever it will be, and where ever it might take place, the main idea will always same: there was you, and there was me, and we were going to have some inner peace or just sharing our time together from this vacation.

                We were drive to meeting point together by my favorite car—a jeep, even I know none of us are capable to buy a jeep in this time—with a big front, blue color. I was busy with my stuff: I’ve already packed a picnic basket, (with sandwiches, light champagne (and to me, mango juice), fettuccine, banana, and chocolate), and I brought two pillows, a red-striped cotton based matrass, and a medium-sized blanket. And you, who is always being a simple and in-necessary person I've ever known, were only brought a box of cigarettes, lighter, and a pack of  unassembled binocular. After all of these things, we’ll start our journey and make some light conversations in the car—mostly about our daily and stupid things that we’ve been through in that week.

                After an hour or maybe two hour completion of our journey, finally we reach the starting point of our final destination. We took our stuffs from the baggage and we were help each other to bring all of these to our destination.

                And after a walking session, we finally arrived. I will open the matrass and set the pillows in the most comfort position, and you will start to set up the binocular. Even dark was surrounding us and night creatures were put their gazes upon us, I will never be afraid because I’ll too happy to see your focus-on-your-work-fella! expression. When the binocular finally stand as a complete tool, you will lay beside me, take my hand and kiss slowly below my fingers, and finally we have our pillow- talk session as a preface. I will put my hand at your cheeks, make some movement to cheer you up, and you will trail your fingers over the curve of my spine (you don't have any idea how it makes me feel a warmth inside). In a brief moment, you steal a smooch, or if you become too sweet or naughty, you will kiss me until our breath give up and begging to get some air.

                At midnight, we will stop our pillow talk and move our eyes to an enormity length of the skies. Because we are laying down in a huge dome of unlimited black canvas, we could see stars everywhere, and we are too speechless to say anything, but we both know we are happy to see that magnificent panorama.

               The things I try to explain you in this long phrases is, I want to tell you the thought which is always been a most beautiful things that I could imagine as my bedtime-stories. If fairy tales always have a lesson-learnt, this thought will have its lesson-learnt. 

                Here is the lesson learnt: I always dream to be with you in my highest expectation: to be together in a beautiful place, to spent our time in our quiescent moment. And after all, I want you to know I've always wanted to stargazing with you, because I want you to feel the feelings that occupy my heart whenever the Stars appear to show its warmth, love, and a little bit of loneliness.

sorry for bad grammar.