Stockholm Diaries, Caroline

What it captured was probably a mistake, in fact, the photo taken right before they were ready. Tommy was pushing the hair out of Annika’s eyes as she laughed in a last-minute attempt to fix their pose. But instead of the usual smiling couple in front of a landmark, this photo captured a more intimate gesture that told of a different kind of happiness—not just happy to be in Rome but truly happy to be together.

Everyone knows that a woman shouldn’t be out walking alone in the middle of the night.

“Nice is something you want in your dentist, not the man you’re having sex with every day.”

She found Niklas pacing at the other end of the living room.

considered her options, he opened the gate and stepped out, letting the door close unceremoniously onto her. Quickly, she pushed it open again and stepped out onto the landing of the third floor. The staircase curled around to her right, and to her left, the dark entranceway to the building’s two third-floor apartments.

The man walked up to the door opposite hers and began fumbling with his keys. She took a step towards her door and then stopped, staring unabashedly as she

session short. It was the kind

Alone, in the middle of Stockholm somewhere around 4:00 am, and not for the first time this week. But i

ldn’t be out walkin

But something about photos, about being able to hold onto a piece of time, a piece of someone…