Now

I´m here. At the crossroads. At the juncture. Two men. Both with black hair and similar eyes. Both, English speakers. Both, awful romantics. Both, outside of the box (but in very different ways). One, flies a plane and shoots pool in his spare time. One, drinks pints and dreams about changing his life. You said this would happen. You said the choice would be mine.

I´m here now.

Southern Shores – Meridian