The Way We Are

The Way We Are Sunday morning coffee conversations are like music that fills the room. The sweet aroma of freshly ground beans add depth to the familiar melody we enjoy so much. This is him and I. This is us, naturally. This is what you would see if you peek through the window of our … More The Way We Are

My Andrey

  You run ahead, fire in your lungs. I slowly follow. You run back to me and take my hand and show me what you see. It makes me want to run with you, your fire in my lungs.   You see my truest self And you love me just the same. We are evolving, … More My Andrey