I want to sit with him in a tree house and  just read
books. 
The treehouse is dimly lit and we read by candlelight
The treehouse is in a beautiful forest that nobody knows
about. 
The treehouse is filled with different kinds of books that
we read everyday. 
The treehouse is draped with delicate vines and leaves that
hide our shadows. 
The treehouse is only visible to him and to me. 
The treehouse is our only sense of belonging.