Do you ever dream about walking the streets of Paris, not knowing where to go but still ending up exactly where you were supposed to be? The lights fading, the café dimly lit, and as you order a cup of coffee for yourself and your loved one, you sigh at how wonderful life can turn out and how everything that's happened did so for a reason. You sigh when you collapse on your bed, and look at your loved one in the window sill, hoping she'll sit like that forever, with the moon in her heart and in her eyes. And in that very moment, you're free.
I love you, I love you, I love you! You'll get through it better this time, I know you will!
SvarSlett<3 det første avsnittet. Det sendte du meg på SMS. Hvor er det fra? Det var nydelig.
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SvarSlettNeda: Det er frå hovudet mitt, eg skreiv det laurdag kveld då eg var på restaurant med Aleksander og Elisabeth.
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SvarSlettUff. Jeg håper det går bra med deg.
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