And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Monday, May 21
All my messages, gone.
The ones I kept for years & years.
The ones that made me smile on a gloomy day, loved when I feel unloved, & just make everything right.
The extremely sweet ones from our honeymoon period.
The 'will we last' ones from your overseas trainings.