She knew there was Magic; not magic – Magic.
She knew there was a skin touch that felt like flames, flowers and fairies all wrapped into one single stroke;
She knew there was a kiss that tasted like clouds and smooth tempests;
She knew there was more. More than the comfort of comfortable.
She knew him before she knew him. So she refused to settle for less. Until they met and, make no mistake, they were always going to meet.
Photo: me, captured by my mum´s erratic hand. Another “mistake” shot.