I don’t know how two people so apparently in love, can get it so wrong. I’m so tired.
…I’m trying. Trying to remember what I love, like the sun lighting up this room with spring colours or the first sip of coffee in the morning because I’m forgetting. Forgetting how we got so caught up in such little time. What was it that made us call this love?
I can still hold on to the memory of fitting like a jigsaw piece in the crook of your neck and the shape of your arms. Wrapped up in cotton, sheltering our own little world from the chaos outside brings. I feel safe here, with my nose pressed into your cologne scented skin and your warm bones helping my cold feet back to life. I could stay here and be happy.
But it’s a been a while since I’ve been there or felt that. Now I just feel your arms unwrap and the cold punch it’s way back into my chest and I’m alone again.
A note in an envelope is all it took, now I don’t know what it’ll take to be enough.
Other than seeing The Dark Knight Rises last night, this has been a waste of a weekend.
Missing Santorini bad!
Back from Santorini.
There aren’t many places I see the point in going back too but Santorini is definitely one I hope to revisit.
After a week of boat rides, climbing active volcano’s, walking around ancient thera, swimming in volcanic hot pools, riding a scooter around the entire island, watching movies at an open air cinema, seeing incredible sunsets…i think it’s safe to say we fell in love with the place.
Story : Jake is always late, Keira is always waiting… 30 seconds earlier and well… Well that would be a different story. (Written by Bulent Ozdemir and Kevin Leslie)
Lovely story and atmosphere, beautiful music, talented cast.