Love Nostalgia Work

Archives, love, and a glass of wine.

Had a quick look through my photo archives, just like recommended in the handbook for professional procrastinators.

Found some golden moments, here’s one of them:

I was 15, he was 16, and we felt like we never ever would be able to live without each other. Our parents didn’t agree, neither did the very different realities we came from. It was us against the world and we fought it for three years until it all ended with goodbye’s full of tears as fate pulled us apart against our will. You know the feeling, right? That’s just the way pure and overwhelming puppylove is supposed to feel.

Now back to my veggieburgers, work and a glass of wine. Tomorrow I will be sleeping somewhere in Gaza. Let’s do this.

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