I couldn't think of Anywhere better to be with You.
I've never been to the city of rain and hipsters, But you have.
I've never seen your face shine so brightly, Until I asked about the city.
The stormy clouds above and the music, You couldn't talk fast enough.
"Oh, the music," you sighed, The love evident on your face.
I could picture it.
The stormy sky above, The humid breeze rustling your hair, The scent of coffee beans and tall pines, And you.
You humming the music of the city as you take it all in.
You strolling around in thrift stores and music shops, Finding the hidden gems I never can.
Your face attending festivals as that one artist you love appears on stage.
I honestly can't think of anywhere I'd rather be with you.
I know I'll love Seattle.
I love you, don't I?