I'm going to buy tickets for Copenhagen. I try to convince myself that it's not because someone there calls me baby but even I know that would be blatant lying. I need to get there before I go to London.
I'm ever so confused and don't know what I'm supposed to do. This whole thing cannot go anywhere, it has no future whatsoever.
A week can change things, but it's just not meant to be.
I wish I got granted a chance to live two lives.
In one of them I would go to London and not worry about a thing, live fast and high.
And in the other one I would take it slow. Rent out a small, beautiful apartment in Copenhagen. Take it slow, see where everything leads me.
Fuck it.
I've followed you for ages and this is what I've build courage for: my first comment.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you write,
I love the way you succeed to capture everyday life,
I even think I love how you live your life and I'd be more than happy to be the one living your second life. (not saying that I know what your life is really like)
I especially love the part "fuck it".
Yours,
another M
who stayed in Hki)