Comfort Cuts

Nostalgic. We're both nostalgic. So we were content just doing the things we used to do, before I left. Walking down the streets we used to walk down, arm in arm. Sitting on your sofa drinking coffee after sleeping past midday. Eating meals made from whatever we could find in the fridge, in front of American films from the 80's, dubbed into French. 

All the things I thought I'd never do again. 

Like cutting open old wounds.

But instead of pain comes happiness.

Cuts that comfort.