You came to me and apologised.
I hadn’t expected it but I do appreciate it. I’m happy you did last night – it seems that you’re here to stay.
Sometimes I know I can be impulsive and I run away as fast as I can.
I’m a mini fan of ginger. Walls up, I can always do.
I sometimes imagine you’ll think one thing over the other and I convince myself that is the way.
I think maybe one day, we should spend a weekend together in New York City. Come back and adopt a rescue dog.
You said sorry and I felt it.
We are feeling this space and I feel sprouts, seeds and aubergines. You feel my hands.
What can say?