I still want to get lost with you, somewhere.

I want to go to places with you. I want to do road trips along coasts we've never been before. Where we can dress how ever we want and I won't need stupid bras underneath your tshirt I'd be wearing. Our hair will be messy because of the breeze and the convertible car. We would go to those retro cafés like in movies and have french fries and milkshakes whenever we would be hungry after spending the whole day on the beach. Our skin will be sun kissed and we will smell like forever holidays.