she told me I should write again, I asked her to read, so we made a deal...
Today I watched her picking up a book, our book. And guess what, after five whole minutes the book was still opened, and she was reading. Though it wasn't what I exactly had in mind but, a deal is a deal and to be quite honest babe: I have been writting all along so I guess it was a poor deal all along 😅
YOU ARE READING
Come what may
Poetryain't it wonderful how we hold on to life by simply finding something worth living for? and even stranger it is that it might be that in that very specific search for happiness that we end up finding something completely different...
