let’s find ourselves a little cabin in the woods - preferably at the base of a mountain and perched right next to a beautiful, secluded lake. we’ll spend our mornings waking up slow in our bed with a plethora of pillows and blankets. i’ll put your shirt on when i go to make us coffee and when i return, you’ll have put the song old pine by ben howard on because you know how much i like it and i know how much you like coffee. once we’ve had breakfast in bed (belgian waffles, lots of bacon, fresh fruit, and lots of maple syrup), we’ll get geared up and you’ll take me out to the water to teach me how to fly fish. once we’ve hopefully caught some fish, you’ll cook it for us so that i can shower and i’ll clean up so that you can shower. we’ll eat the fish, have some of your favorite beer, and call it lunch. we’ll do that for a while before we decide to take an afternoon nap on the hammock while we listen to for you by peter bradley adams. we’ll get about an hour’s worth of sleep in before it starts raining and we’re forced to go inside. we’ll pull the oversized couch as close to the living room window as we can so that we can be as comfortable as we want while we watch the rain. i’ll lay my head on your chest and wonder how i ever lived before you became a part of my life. the warmth of your skin will give me shivers and i’ll curl up closer to you. we’ll talk about nothing at all, but the hours will fly by and we won’t even know until your stomach growls and we realize it’s time for dinner. you’ll start the cooking while i photograph you and your hands and the way you move about the kitchen with such ease. i’ll get the urge to help you (or just be next to you), so i’ll put my camera down and scoot right up next to you while we make a meal of homemade four-cheese tortellini with vodka sauce. i’ll open the bottle of wine and you’ll put on a playlist of songs you picked out just for this occasion, which just happens to have for the widows in paradise by sufjan stevens on it. we’ll sit across the table from each other, but you’ll end up pulling my chair right next to yours and i’ll put my legs on your lap. i’ll end up getting distracted by the fact that it seems as though you get more and more handsome each time i look at you. i’ll be dumbfounded by it and soon we’re on that couch again, watching the sun set right over the lake. i’ll slip out of your arms, grab the bottle of wine, and walk out to the beach. you’ll come after me and we’ll collapse on the wet sand where we spend the night going in and out of the water, but always remaining beneath the stars.