This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 27.4.2015 at 08:42



We always wonder 
where the time goes. 
We look back, and ten years have passed. 
Except my ten years is standing next to me, and he's bright and funny 
and beautiful, and I see where the time went. We always wonder where the time goes. We look back, and ten years have passed. Except my ten years is standing next to me, and he's bright and funny and beautiful, and I see where the time went.
27.4.2015 at 08:42