I don't know how many times I have imagined you at the city centre. Or at the Christmas Markets you always said you wanted to take me to. I have tirelessly pictured the Fairytale Castle, and almost tasted the Vindaloo at Mango. I have dreamed about white sausage breakfasts together. And of us drinking coffee at the University. I can almost see you waiting at the airport two hours before my flight arrives.
I am going to fall in love with you all over again, in your city. In my fairyland.
Why can't Wednesday come already?
