It’s busy in the train. We have to push ourselves between the other travelers. While we stand there, I lean against you and your head rests on mine. It is not that I’m not used to it, but every day again, it drives me insane sometimes. At the next stop, the train flows emty and full again. But we have found a sit for the two of us, next to each other. Continue reading “Sarah and Bo | Chapter one”
You sitting there in front of me, your eyes pricking in my eyes, talking about the most normal things, but still does it feel different with you. It is weird how we can have conversations about things that bother not either one of us. It doesn’t matter where we talk about if it is just us, together. How you look at me, your smile, your eyes and your weird faces. I feel safe with you. Continue reading “Just like I am”
Hi Sour Mats!
I’m a jealous person and I know that I’m. I don’t want to be jealous at all, because I think that it’s difficult to handle jealousy. When you’re really jealous, you don’t always allow other people to have fun. And I want the opposite, people do need to have pleasure in life. As a jealous person, I sometimes do forget that also the people that seems to have the perfect life, have difficulties in their ‘perfect life’. Continue reading “Jealousy”
A couple of days ago, I was going home with the train. Nothing weird, because it’s something I do every weekday. Everything went good, until the moment the train stopped, in the middle of a bridge. Water on the left side of the bridge, water on the right side and water below me. A technical problem with unknown duration. It took sometime, but after 15 minutes we continued our journey. Until the moment the train stopped again. Continue reading “Two options in life”