He sidled up next to me at the bar, ordering a drink as his carry-on dropped to the floor. The backpack was grey, old and torn, showing signs of age and extensive use. It matched the torn and baggy jeans he wore
The sunshine was warming my hair, making my scalp prickle, the sweat film starting across my neck. I could feel my muscles relaxing, and my eyelids growing heavy. My skin soaked in the heat, warming me from the outside in.
Originally Posted to 5 Minute Affairs on Oct 9 2021. Staring at him through the glass, I tried to imagine what it would be like if I set foot in the shop. He was perfect. And I was… Well I was me. He was my perfect dream come true, and he ran his own business. OccasionallyContinue reading “Maybe One Day”
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