It’s a small scene I’ve dream about. Every single details concerned. The way the wind blows, even the sound of footsteps coming in. I have heard a thousand times, make a thousand plans, about this small little scene.
I have thought about the music on the background, the amount of light use for the conversation. Even the color of the dress.
It all seems so real, in my dream. I know, there are things I haven’t counting in, and my life will fill it.
