Do you remember when we were strangers?
It seems impossible now. That there was a time when we didn’t know each other.
When I didn’t know that you smirk when you’re nervous, that you hum to yourself when you cook, that you will drop everything if I so much as touch you, that your skin holds the scent of freshly mown grass, that your mouth tastes of strawberries, that you get shy when you flirt, even now after so long.
It feels like I knew you before I knew you. Like coming home.
I know you feel it too, though … Continue Reading
Snippet from fiction WIP by Sharyn Ferns