Before We Met
Remember that time, before we met, when we were in the eye of the storm? There was an eerie calm and a light breeze, while above our heads lightening cracked the bruise-coloured sky and all around us thunder boomed and rolled.
I know you don’t remember. You don’t remember because when you came back; you were younger. It was a change for both of us. You held me tight, on that first night…
