Il y a toujours des "gardiens" dans votre vie, des choses qui vous conduisent quelque part, qui vous poursuivent, ou autre.

If I have to go, I will be thinking of your love. Oh somehow you'll know... Sadly they whispered away, as I played the last post on the bugle, I heard them say : "Oh that boy's not different today. Except in every single way".

I could give a million reasons why we should not be friends. Our moods change like the seasons, when my mood ends your mood begins and, you're a tease, you're a cockblocker, you're a loudmouth bitch, and a big talker. But that's okay, you'll grow up someday .