We loved each other so comfortably through the struggle
Dinner with red plastic cups for our soups. Triple cupping to not burn our fingers; Laughing at our expeditions and small adventures.
The constant store runs for necessary things we had to makeshift for. Looking back we made it through with nothing, only to imagine the love we could have brew had we had all our hands in one basket. It’s not often that you can feel completely yourself and whole without the necessary items that you are use to. When it doesn’t take much to feel absolutely everything.
It was one of those feelings like
•For better or for worse•