#167-Fours
14/01/2018
Sometimes I daydream of growing old together. We like our own space and freedom, so maybe we’d live side-by-side, and when we like, knock on each other’s door. I’d come over for lunch, you’d drop by for dinner, we’d go for walks, and when it’s time to wake up, we’d be holding each other. What matters is that we’re close and our authentic selves. And who knows, when those years do come, maybe things will change and even our space will be one.
