“I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.”
Even though there’s no way in knowing where to go,
promise I’m going.
...But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
...I can’t ask you to give what you already gave.
some moments last forever, but some flare out with love love love
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map