That was not enough for her, nor me. Sheets were thin and morning breeze started flowing into her tiny bedroom. A goodbye kiss had to be short. Few more seconds of those warm lips could have stopped my travelling. And I was not ready to do so.
That was not enough for her, nor me. Sheets were thin and morning breeze started flowing into her tiny bedroom. A goodbye kiss had to be short. Few more seconds of those warm lips could have stopped my travelling. And I was not ready to do so.

There are so many more places. So many more stories for me.

"I know your vagabond heart. But all I want is to stay in touch. Receive a postcard. A story."

"Dearest, all I can offer you is to follow #myStöries or join myStöries Facebook group.".