Status: Finished: May 23, 2010.
The Dream Isn't Done
a future
When I wake up, the dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face and know I made it home.
“I love Paris at night,” I said, letting out a sigh and laying my head on Alexandre’s shoulder. “The entire city is so beautiful.”
“I can think of something much more beautiful,” he replied, laying a finger under my chin and tilting my head up.
“You’re just a walking cliché, aren’t you?” I asked, grinning up at him.
“It is what I do,” Alex agreed. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him. “But I believe that you are the most beautiful creature in the world, and you deserve to be told so. You deserve to know.”
“Well, thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”
Alex curled his arms around my body as I lay my head on his chest. He kissed the top of my head before murmuring, ‘My parents would have loved you.”
“You think so?” I asked him.
He nodded. “Yeah. They were always so worried that I’d end up all alone. My younger sisters had both found husbands or were at least getting engaged. One of the last conversations that I had with my mom, she told me that I really needed to start looking for a wife. Or at least a girlfriend. I told her to relax and that I would find someone when I was ready. That all I needed was time. And then I met you.”
“Alex.’ I smiled. ‘You’re a sweetheart.”
Alex laid a hand on my cheek and pressed his lips to my forehead. “I know.”
“And so modest,’ I teased.
“You wouldn’t care for me if I were any other way.”
“Very true,” I agreed. “That is very true, Alex. I do love you just the way that you are.”
Alex ran a hand over my cheek before kissing me softly. “And I love you,” he told me. “Regardless of your sometimes neurotic behavior-”
“I am not neurotic,” I interrupted.
“Okay,” Alex said, quite obviously humoring me. “You are not neurotic. The point I was trying to make is that you’re not perfect, but I love you in everything you are.”
“You give such a confidence boost,” I told him, my answer riddled in sarcasm.
“We, my darling, are the furthest two from perfect - but we work.”
“That we do,” I agreed, pressing my lips to his.
Alex tightened his hold around my body, and I let out a sigh, laying my head on his shoulder.
“Do you ever think about the future, Alex? Avez-vous déjà penser à notre avenir?” I asked. “Do you ever think we’ll get married? Have kids? Get old together? Do you think that’s in the cards for us?”
“It could be,” Alexandre told me, smiling. “Who knows what our future holds, Quinn? We must live now, and let whatever’s meant to be work out for us. But I do know one thing - you are my future.”
I wanna see your face and know I made it home.
“I love Paris at night,” I said, letting out a sigh and laying my head on Alexandre’s shoulder. “The entire city is so beautiful.”
“I can think of something much more beautiful,” he replied, laying a finger under my chin and tilting my head up.
“You’re just a walking cliché, aren’t you?” I asked, grinning up at him.
“It is what I do,” Alex agreed. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him. “But I believe that you are the most beautiful creature in the world, and you deserve to be told so. You deserve to know.”
“Well, thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”
Alex curled his arms around my body as I lay my head on his chest. He kissed the top of my head before murmuring, ‘My parents would have loved you.”
“You think so?” I asked him.
He nodded. “Yeah. They were always so worried that I’d end up all alone. My younger sisters had both found husbands or were at least getting engaged. One of the last conversations that I had with my mom, she told me that I really needed to start looking for a wife. Or at least a girlfriend. I told her to relax and that I would find someone when I was ready. That all I needed was time. And then I met you.”
“Alex.’ I smiled. ‘You’re a sweetheart.”
Alex laid a hand on my cheek and pressed his lips to my forehead. “I know.”
“And so modest,’ I teased.
“You wouldn’t care for me if I were any other way.”
“Very true,” I agreed. “That is very true, Alex. I do love you just the way that you are.”
Alex ran a hand over my cheek before kissing me softly. “And I love you,” he told me. “Regardless of your sometimes neurotic behavior-”
“I am not neurotic,” I interrupted.
“Okay,” Alex said, quite obviously humoring me. “You are not neurotic. The point I was trying to make is that you’re not perfect, but I love you in everything you are.”
“You give such a confidence boost,” I told him, my answer riddled in sarcasm.
“We, my darling, are the furthest two from perfect - but we work.”
“That we do,” I agreed, pressing my lips to his.
Alex tightened his hold around my body, and I let out a sigh, laying my head on his shoulder.
“Do you ever think about the future, Alex? Avez-vous déjà penser à notre avenir?” I asked. “Do you ever think we’ll get married? Have kids? Get old together? Do you think that’s in the cards for us?”
“It could be,” Alexandre told me, smiling. “Who knows what our future holds, Quinn? We must live now, and let whatever’s meant to be work out for us. But I do know one thing - you are my future.”
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Translation:Avez-vous déjà penser à notre avenir - Do you ever think about our future?
Lyric credit: Painting Flowers - All Time Low
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