Setting sail
‘Do you still love me?’ There it was, the question I’d been asking myself for a while now. Coming from his brain, in his voice. I wanted to brush him off, to assure him that, of course, I loved him. But I overcame the urge …
‘Do you still love me?’ There it was, the question I’d been asking myself for a while now. Coming from his brain, in his voice. I wanted to brush him off, to assure him that, of course, I loved him. But I overcame the urge …