This doesn’t look anything like love anymore. It looks like an empty football stadium after a sold-out game.
This doesn’t sound like love anymore. It’s the sound of breaking glass during an earthquake.
This doesn’t feel like love anymore. It feels like a long, hot shower slowly turning cold.
This doesn’t feel like a lover’s touch anymore. It [...]

Right now I’m thinking about:
Bare feet on long, cold, wet grass. Tangled, curly hair. Tears of laughter. Sleep. Runny noses. A cat’s soft paw pads. Broken english. Bad accents. Icicles. Perfectly manicured fingers plucking guitar strings. Moonlight. Graffitied walls. The perfect apartment. Opaque glass sliding doors. Polished wooden floors. A kitchen I can cook in. [...]

27th of February

It’s all in the small things, like wordlessly passing you chocolate when you’re having a bad day. It’s in the knowing. It’s in the speaking without words. That small gesture is respite, and your shoulders unknot.

An ongoing theme but how could you not? Today the sun was shining, the water sparkling, we finished work early, escaped to the sea, and just sat together in the sun. Quietly. No loud desires. Shoulders touching, unwinding — quietly.

25th of February

I want to ride through the narrow, winding laneways of Plaka with you on the back of your bike. Sunrise after a long night out. Or, dusk — the beginning time. It should be uncharacteristically balmy weather for early spring. I want to wrap my arms around you tightly, feel my front [...]