January 2010
3 posts
storybook beginnings
“What happened to the old, true in every form, kind of love? The love that didn’t include infatuation, but instead madly, deeply, head over heels was the only stage to commence. The love that grew by the second, the minute, the hour. My melancholy state has me reminiscing of a life from the past, that I never lived, but wish with every ounce of my body that I could have been present...
