Are we different?

A warm summer evening, around midnight. Olaf and I are sitting on our terrace, both with our laptops on the knees. He is working on his thesis, I am fiddling with Eclipse. Into the silence he asked: „Darling, are we different?“

2 Kommentare

Antworten →

  1. Of course you are 😉

  2. Hehe I guessed someone would say so.

Schreibe einen Kommentar

Deine E-Mail-Adresse wird nicht veröffentlicht.

Diese Website verwendet Akismet, um Spam zu reduzieren. Erfahre mehr darüber, wie deine Kommentardaten verarbeitet werden.