i want to walk on the street with a cup of coffee. book under my arm, warm coat and a cup of coffee. and a hat. and a scarf. and spending the afternoons reading on starbucks or on some random local cafe. and living on a loft with a huge couch reading "wuthering heights" while making tea. and going to topshop and some pubs to watch football. and eating fish and chips and probably don't liking it. speaking with the family on skype. missing home but not waiting to come back because all we need is there. meet a nice guy. fall in love. and again, and again. catch snow flakes with our tongues and then yell at the weather for always being so sad but yet so perfect. dance in the rain and come home soaking wet and lie by the fireplace to warm up while watching movies on tv. being all independent and never feeling that we just don't belong. spending days on the park reading and eating ice cream during the few days when it's sunny. to sum up: being happy for one. and always having each other's backs.