My love, should we just be?
How beautiful is this art of storytelling, what a wonderful use of words and voices, isn’t it? On that rainy day, over a warm cup of coffee you told me your story. I’ve known you for a while now, I’ve known that you like your coffee bitter, I’ve known that you love to read, I’ve also known what you’d call your perfect day; but your story told me so much more. Your story told me the journey you’ve had until the day we met, what made you the version of you that I meet today. How mesmerizing is it all, I say to myself and thank the universe for it all. I know now my dear, I hear you and I love you even more. For us to be together, we need to be vulnerable, we need to talk, we need to express, we need to lend a hand and hold each other. But most importantly, we need to stand by each other. You’ve let go of it all and so did I. We’ve heard each other, but we don’t hold on to any of it. We’ve heard each other and we’ve let go of it all. We know each other now, it is not to ...