Yesterday

Anders left the house with a heavy head and an aching back. His posture was shameful but had become too uncomfortable to correct.

Waiting for the underground carriage to pull in, his hair lifted on the breeze which brought with it the sweet smell of dust and fumes.

Its nostalgic quality lingered

a moment.

But then it was necessary to push past all those people, each with their own objective. The compulsory interaction required to progress from room to room, day to day, year to year, birth to gra...

Too steeped in thought he waded to a shallower place. A familiar hand brushed his, coercing his eyes from their comfortable downward glance.

Anders was humbled and for now felt closer to the shore.

I remember the day he said he loved me. I laughed sarcastically in his face. No one had ever told me that before, and I didn't know he actually meant it. Maybe I would be next to say it... And eventually mean it. The thought occupied my brain. Then he kissed me. I melted. Dammit I heard falling in love was a pain in the ass. I sighed into his lips and rolled my eyes.