His hand holds felt rushed. Like i could reach out anytime and catch the worn out leather of a suitcase leaving me.


My wingless sparrow.

Why do I feel like you’re flying around the world? You’re in London, Rio, Moscow… You’re almost everywhere except here by my side where I need you.

Won’t you come and share warm cups of coffee with me? Let’s cuddle on the coach as the rain assures our confinement in the coziness of the room with the distance between us closed.our eyes locked lips upon your lips. Baby,won’t you come and love me more each day?