When forever ends.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Watching sex and the city

It makes me think of him. It's hard to be able to fathom that you're sounder apart and this show makes me feel like we can go somewhere.
I love him, and this show reminds me of that.
Posted by vallanna at 10:57 AM
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