lunes, 9 de marzo de 2015

My Sweet Sky

When the thought of you coming to me is presented, all I can do is smile. I smile because you are all I want. You are all I need. My love, my sweet sky. My moon and my star. I hope that one day, maybe, perhaps, you decide that it’s time to come to me. <3

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Sometimes my sadness feels too heavy that I forget how to breath and fake a smile.