3 AM: She's standing outside looking up at the sky, the stars that have become him.
Cheer up Akansha, he's looking down. There's no one who loves you more, no one else who wants to see you more happy today.
She knew why...
Le milleur de la passe à dire:
“Il est trop tôt”, puis “Il est trop tard.”
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2 comments:
Nothing like being loved at 3 in the morning. :)
yeah...:)
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