it’s a love story

We spend the first months of lockdown in his apartment. He used to live with 3 other roommates, so we were mostly in his room. All. The. Time. Don’t know how, but through intense ups and downs, we survived that. As things got better in the summer, we decided to escape NYC and go visit his family for a couple weeks... which turned out to be 2 months because at the third week, I got in a life threatening accident. I got hospitalized for 5 days and suffered from a pretty severe TBI, which took 3 months to recover from. Fast forward 5 months, we now live together, have two kitties and feel that we can survive and bear with absolutely anything that comes our way.