Tonight we are lost and camped by a beach where he is doing his assignment and I’m writing. That’s what I do, that’s what I wish I could always do. Write and write and write. Stories, poems, letters and heartfelt blogs. I wish I could type money out the same way.
What time steals from us
We went back to old haunts and favorites. Eating up a storm, reminiscing and funnily enough, feeling like we’re home. Already I regret not taking more pictures because I know I will forget and I don’t want to lose all these emotions.