As she lay on the grass at the secret hideout they used to visit, the questions would remain, the regrets would sting and the memories fading. Sometimes she wonders: is what i'm chasing an impossible goal. Sometimes she wonders what you were like before we met, then again sometimes she wonders whether it was all meant to be. |
2 comments:
Hey these are beautiful photographs <3
Love from the NaNa girls xoxo
Stunning!
Wida
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