I might not know where am coming from,
but i know where i want to go,
i want to go back to the first time,
to when nothing mattered but the passion that flowed between us.
To when we knew nothing but how to love us.
back to those little arguments that made you get that cute wrinkle on your nose, to those breathtaking surprises that made my eyes sparkle
like Tanzanian diamonds in the African sunset
i need to get back to when the shooting stars brought our dreams to reality, to when our single candle outshone this midnight darkness.
We must find our way back to when we wrote each other little missives
on pink and blue writing pad,
to when nothing mattered but us.
Written by Marriam Wabuke.