We would love to grow our garden, have a family. We would love to publish a book of our most treasured photographs, our most cherished writings together, whatever that little book may be. We would love to, one day, call our home Hawaii. Live in a tiny home in the middle of the jungle with an outdoor shower, our food scavenged straight from the earth, and the ocean at our fingertips 24/7. We would love to really, truly help people. Love them. Heal them. We are not quite yet sure how to do that, but we would love to learn. We would love to try. We would love to invest all of our savings in a beautiful telephoto lens and silently, secretly steal photographs of all of God’s most majestic creatures on safari in Africa together. We would love to conquer our fear of the deep indigo ocean and deep sea dive. To discover a world of sea creatures and mermaids, a world where human beings become humbled. We yearn to sip a really delicious hot chocolate beneath the Northern Lights. We would love to have our most favourite works of our own personal art displayed in an art exhibition, at least once. Where we can share the innermost secrets of our hearts turned to art with our dearest loved ones and clink champagne glasses and save the afterparty shenanigans for our children’s bedtime stories. We would love to sail away for a year. Live in a sailboat. Live at sea. Pull our future kids out of school for a bit and take them around the world with us. We would love to afford a spectacular vacation for our parents, maybe build them a house by the water. We would love to cry, to scream, to laugh, to get drunk, to sober up, to fall, to fly, to learn, to teach, to fail, to succeed. To soak up every single drop of stars in each other’s soul. We would love to grow, to sleep, to dream, we would love to live. We would love to do everything that is possible on this earth together...everything, everything on earth together.