Gypsy + The Wolf
So here we are. Two years in and a lifetime more to go. The wolf and I met when we were 17. Just out of high school, and hungry for life. I will never forget our meeting, as silly as it was. We were both at a well known coffee spot in our little town, sometime after 10pm. My friends and I used to set up hookah smoking spots outside, because we thought it was super cool. The wolf spotted a not-so-classy tattoo I used to have on the back of my neck (don’t ask, it’s gone). My hair was cut into one of these typical 2006 emo styles, short in the back and long in the front. He tapped me on the shoulder, and when I turned around he introduced himself properly, with a handshake. I was a little thrown off guard. The boys I went to school with were more likely to throw rocks at you if they wanted your attention. This was something special. I remember specifically that I thought he was stunning, he had light eyes with a deep soul behind them. His hair was longer and hidden behind a black beanie,
