 | | 12/02/2016 19:41
Sur le blog Amy Nelson
365 love songs
When I dream of romantic love, I dream of two things — the poetry I grew up reading on bed springs and the oval shape of one person's face and how it came to move me. Before I knew the way ears could wander when anticipating the sound of somebody else's footsteps, I spent most of my days alone. I did not yearn for another. Instead, I lived my life as if looking out of a window seat on an airplane. If I were to invite somebody to share their world with me, they could very well take the window seat and I'd be left watching my feet as the carafe of soda pop travels by. And then one day, it happened. I fell in love — summer every season, messy...
► L'article complet sur le blog
| | • Votes Look : 0
• Photos : 9
• Langue : Anglais
► Ses autres tenues
► Détails du blog
|
