viernes, 9 de septiembre de 2011

The will for starting over; the new place, the new people, the new cicumstances.

The will for not letting go of a perfect year, the known feelings, the old friends, the near situations.

I hope to miss them, not you.

The potentially perfect Fall.

Small changes keep things the same, large ones alter stuff. Hold onto it, tell me it will all be ok.

I love you.