Earlier in the summer. My place. We spend the night curled up on the couch watching a movie. A bottle of red and a proper spliff always made for perfect, lazy evenings. She tells me she just wants to be friends and I concurred. Neither of us are ready for anything serious. But after the film is finished, there we are, laying alone in the dark quiet room, listening to each other’s heartbeat. My fingers caress her face and she closes her eyes, she pulls herself closer to me and I smile. In another time, in another place, this would be a picture of love. But there are no fireworks when our lips touch. And although time does seem to slow down when we kiss, it does not stop. “What’s wrong with me?” we both ask ourselves. Everything. Nothing. We laugh. Author:Ira Jay (@holdtrue_) Photographer: Corentin Schieb
You looked so calm standing by the shore wearing a white button-down long sleeve shirt half way folded around your arms. I walked closer to you just to have a glimpse of your familiar smell and body I used to touch.
“Stop rushing, my love. Stop stressing about the future and worrying about the past. Stop wasting your precious seconds on this earth by making everything about things you cannot change and things you are not able to control. Just let it go. Just stop.
There is fear but there is hope. The past is haunting. The future seems promising It is dark and it is cold. There is no one left to hold.
We were lying close together on the floor beside the water. We raised our beer bottles as we celebrated our life and love. You talked about the future. We talked about having a family, about having
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