He loved you.
But he didn’t give up anything to do it. What kind of love is that?
Somedays are so bright I wish that I could save
half that sunlight for a rainy day
so when it rains I’d have some sun.
..I can’t be letting joy depend on the sunrays.
There’s bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet, no matter where you live.
There’ll always be a few things …you’re going to find really difficult to forgive.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map