Tag: Love as defined by Francesca

Francesca’s Trieste


In autumn, as the days grow dark early, she has never liked being on her own. A flock of birds in a semi-park near her home makes her think of her own departure. What she is leaving and what she will find. She is leaving a semi-relationship with her best friend’s best friend. She smiles. In an age where people jump into bed together and ask each other’s names later, they are among the few to have been seeing each other for months, who want each other, but have never made love. Continua a leggere