It's hard not to think about you when I am on the beach, watching the waves crash amongst the bedrock as we did when we were teenagers.
And just like this run-on sentence, everything just seems to naturally fit between us.
You are the anchor that keeps my feet on the ground and I'll be the wings that keep your heart in the clouds.
12:07 a.m. - 2014-08-10
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