Prose

How We Came To Be

A sweetish love story that you think can’t be true

Image by Iva Hotko

When we lie there, skin on the skin at the end of the day, too tired to do anything more, than to listen to the rhythm of our breathing, I start reminiscing about our beginning.

I go back to the photos you posted, the feelings they stirred in me, some inspired me to write poetry. I go…