I want this view. Not all the time, but some times. I remember the place we stayed in Pa
I want this view. Not all the time, but some times. I remember the place we stayed in Paris, and the beautiful views of gothic architecture, and the fresh strawberries. Also the cheese. And how I wished like crazy I was with someone who really loved me as I deserved to be loved instead of with a man who was pining after some girl half his age who wasn’t interested in him at all except as a way to work out her issues at seeing her father walk out on her mother for a girl half her age. Next time it will be different. -- source link