"You turn me into somebody loved."
The stormy weather made me sleep the most of my weekend. I love the wind through my hair, the cold, comfy sheets, the warm coffee, the pounding of the rain on the roof.
The stormy weather made me sleep the most of my weekend. I love the wind through my hair, the cold, comfy sheets, the warm coffee, the pounding of the rain on the roof.
I find the gloriousness of tonight's sky, though stargazing has been postponed. Sitting, wishing, pondering here on the rooftop, reading some Shakespeare on dim lighting. Such is romantic. Such is a fleeting experience. I think this is a rare kind of happiness.
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