'Aren't you tired of me yet?' she asks me, slightly lifting her head away from the road.
I nod with persuasion. 'all those kisses and cuddles are getting quite annoying yes.'
Her eyes sparkle. 'i figured, should I move out tomorrow?'
'maybe next century babe, we're just buying a house.'
JE LEEST
Come what may
Poetryain't it wonderful how we hold on to life by simply finding something worth living for? and even stranger it is that it might be that in that very specific search for happiness that we end up finding something completely different...
