XIX // ALEXA “She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.”
I believe wholeheartedly in soul mates. My husband is not my best friend, not my confidant, not my heart...those roles have all been filled by others. He is, however, the one whom my soul loves. The other half of me, my perfect match in this crazy world.