Hanoi — There is a place in between… In between the tangled sheets of one night stands and meeting someone who is it; a place between the thrill of the chase and creating a life with him. I’ve just arrived here and I’m not sure if my papers are in order. I’ve spent my 20’s earning a PhD in commitment and traditional relationship structure. In the first half of my 30’s, I’m a professional in all the wa...
London — It was the only place I could escape the maelstrom: of the city; of my life; of myself. I went there whenever I needed a moment to sort through my thoughts. From one stream to another. I took them the...
Boulder — At some point, when it sunk in that the long-distance aspect of this whole relationship thing was going to be the exception rather than the rule, I bought a box of 100 postcards (on the front of each,...
Ljubljana — “Her” made us question everything we knew about relationships. And being so new in this and thinking about it so much lately—each notion moved something in us. Made us reconsider, reflect and in the e...
For the rest of us, it’s a bit less romantic
It was idiocy that made fools like us separate in the most of agonizing ways. I can still remember him telling me about his paradise of sunflowers. Arriving to this dreaded state that once held breathtaking memories of love was heavy on this old heart. The only thing I could do now is drown in the endless stalks of lengthy flowers and before trying forget about those angelic cerulean eyes that had spoken to me about them eons ago, with a marveling enthusiasm that would never falter.
In between just for tonight and forever and ever.
My Valentine sent me a valentine. Sometimes the post is slow.
Returning to the tower as darkness fell, with many miles under our belts and the icy wind in our bones.
The pleasure of down, linen, and time.
After the movie we ran to a cafe to discuss every single thought that occurred to us whilst watching. There was a lot to talk about.
What better way to close a perfect date-day in Manhattan than to walk The High Line late in the evening.
Back in a city I fell in love with, but with a very specific agenda.
Thousands of people gathered to protest coal exports through the Columbia River Gorge. Hundreds kayakers, dozens of yachts, rappel team
Everything began and ended by the river.
When I went to Russia, I did not intend to see 'him'. All I had in mind is that ethereal palace in which he and I raised our careless infatuation in.Visiting it's faded walls of an ever enchanting gold and blue, I realised my love for 'him' grew tenfold as the melancholy reverie settled in. Perhaps winter will let 'him' know.Winter knew my words of passionate abhorration meant nothing, but ' Я тебя люблю'.