It’s you who has to change, not your circumstances—you carry your fate with you.
Can I have my cake? Can I have you too? Would you follow me? Could I ask you to? Would the world between us break these ties we’ve worked so hard to realize? Can a postcard say what I see in your eyes?
...If you don’t know, why would you say so?
‘should’ve never started—ain’t that the way it always ends.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map