I wish I was better at explaining that which I believe.

I wish the seat next to me didn’t have a stranger sitting in it.

I wish I could dance and cry, without thinking of who’s watching.

I wish I could wear a ring without hiding it.

I wish I could travel without posting about it.

I wish you bluebirds in the Spring, and lemonade in July,

But more than this, I wish

for you,

Love.