Sometimes…

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangers circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.

Coffee and croissants on a Sunday morning

Struinen door mooie straatjes en hete koffie met croissants. Dank dank dank voor deze allerprachtigste plaatjes. Zo wil ik ons later herinneren. – Joëlle