We’ll work it out.
6 July 2011
23 June 2011I followed you without regret, without knowing where you’d take me. I followed you because I knew I could trust where your feet took us. I followed you through white snow and forestry and we made a home somewhere deep within those woods. You held me when it was cold and held me when it was hot.
And when you crashed into my arms, I held you in return.








