The smell of his wet skin haunts me. Kisses on the neck and touches of silk and all that steam that sweetly wraps around us. We could bathe like that

Our reunion was inevitable. We could not be separated by weeping streams, worried birds, cold mountains, desperate people, foggy thoughts and forced looks. Because we are one

A picture of a pregnant woman raising a glass in the name of a new life that she carries and toasts to the world, celebrating love. This is an ideal