Last month, my live-in comic / partner and I went back in time and revisited the very moment we first laid eyes on each other. We’d been talking about reliving the moment for months now and when we found ourselves back in my old Lombardijen neighborhood, it was the perfect chance for nostalgia. It was six years ago, across a not-so-crowded train station, that I first saw him and it hasn’t been the same since.
In the 2.5 years living in Rotterdam, the station was my portal to and from the world I lived in. Things have changed a bit here and there, but the memories remain intact, strong as ever. Dank je wel schatje, voor je liefde en je ondersteuning. Denk aan mij elke second.