…listening to your breathing as I work
sometimes, it feels more like you were there than we are here.
…finding you freshly breathless catching the train
…not realising going up a descalator due to chasing a movie
…looking for gifts together
how lucky is
who always has
a special place
in your mind
who can always
without any efforts
such little things.
…little chats in the morning, sparks the day
…when you remember the clothes I wore on our first ‘deep talk’
The great challenge of adulthood is holding on to your idealism after you lose your innocence.
The measure of love is to love without measure.
St. Francis de Sales