You look at a person and do you ever really see who they are... No one knows that I'm dying inside...
Does your spirit ever heal once it's been shattered so many times?
Monday, September 27, 2010
There are days that the wind will blow my hair in a certain way, I'll close my eyes and remember standing on that fence with my arms out to the side, watching you smile, feeling the wind at my back... One perfect moment.
