βIn the space between, you turn to me. βI donβt believe in a place beyond this one.β But there is. There is the day after tomorrow where we go for a walk and get ice cream. There is the Sunday after next, where we mooch about the forest. I scuff my boots and have to buy new ones. There is time after time to be had, But I know what you mean, and it stings. There will come a time where we wonβt find each other, wonβt see each other again, and that is loss. But before that, there is a perfect walk home. And another one.β
β the day after tomorrowΒ | ishani jasmin













