We Existed

You can’t make me disappear
As long as my hometown shall be the same as yours
You can’t pretend I never existed
As long as our common friends exist

Eventually, We All Will Heal

But eventually, we all heal. Wounds go into scars. Some bits of me will grow back, others will not. I will learn how to live without those.

Why Millennials Choose To Wander Instead Of Settle

And when we feel that life kind of finally belongs to us again, now that our children go to college or decided to take another year off to travel to other countries, now we just stay quiet on the porch of our house, watching the amazing twilight and we have plenty of time, so much plenty of time that we don’t need anymore.

When Your Lips Taste Like Moldovan Wine

they say it often lasts until the first snow melts on your lips
and we shall be holding hands like we use to do while crossing 
streets or saying goodbye until next time.