this is, so far, one of my favourite pictures from my trip to london. i like to think he is secretly in love with her. i like to think they always sit in those places, in those exact places. every day. i like to think he sat there by chance some time ago, he found her and now he just can't help going there. i like to think he just can't help going there to see her reading a novel by hemingay, eating an apple or listening to the noisy london from her corner of st. james's. i like to think she is secretly in love with him. i like to think she's constantly avoiding looking at him because she is afraid of blushing. i like to think she's not paying attention to hemingay's words. i like to think she'd like to share her apple with him and wants to make a noisier london with him by her side. and i like to think someday they'll stop needing all this shit. maybe because the'll get to know happiness together. who knows.
