"If you come to me at this moment, your minuts will become hours, your hours will become days, and your days will become a lifetime.
I can't tell if I'm geting closer or farther away.
What matters is not what it's written in on the page, but what it's written in the heart. . . . . . . . So burn the letters and lay theyr ashes on the snow at the river edge. When the spring comes and the snow melts and the river rises, return to the benks of the river and reread my lettlers with your eyes closed. Let the words and the images wash over your body like waves. Reread the letters with your hands cubed over your ears, hear theyr songs.. Fly ^*^ Fly ^*^
hello...good night...sleep well... nu prea esti... iar dormi?!...sa nu mai zic ca nu raspunzi la apeluri, mesaje s.a. astept sa vad ce zici de data asta... xxx
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