There comes a moment when you can hardly remember how he smiles, what is the colour of his eyes, how he pronounces your name whispering.
I want a daughter with his name - L ... like Love... but instead, I am learning how not to break the silence between us and to say Goodbye without words. I love you till the end, though.
Well, in the end, there is nothing better than the bad weather. All storms pass sooner or later and the sunrises after thunderstorm nights are so glorious.
I want a daughter with his name - L ... like Love... but instead, I am learning how not to break the silence between us and to say Goodbye without words. I love you till the end, though.
Well, in the end, there is nothing better than the bad weather. All storms pass sooner or later and the sunrises after thunderstorm nights are so glorious.
The rest is unimportant...
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