Tindrem temps

Sometimes life steals from us. She approaches stealthily and in a sigh makes us start again. We're never ready, it's never predictable, it just happens. You and I, like so many people, have been robbed of our moments and our caresses. But I accumulate them each and every one, I don't plan on losing any of them. Because maybe everything will change, but I will continue to find myself at home in your arms. So I send you these stories while we wait. They talk about you and me, what awaits us and what we want. Read them as if I could tell them to you in the middle of one of our embraces. As if you could read them on my skin. Enjoy them slowly, one day I will read them to you on the sheets.