When it rains, it pours. This is how I describe my tears. I have so many sad memory to make my tears flood. The sun on my skin feels so good afterwards.
Will we be able to make this work? We want to make this work. Will we able to get over this hill? We hope so.
I feel that we have grown since the last battle. This I am very glad about. I think he has grown and matured since the last time. I am very proud of him for that. He has become a better man since.
No comments:
Post a Comment