December 2009
18 posts
Absolute success. →
Too big of a picture to post. →
He stopped dead in his tracks. He started walking back to the small, energetic coffee shop he’d just left. He was searching for her - almost frantically. He quickly found her, and asked her to take a seat. He quietly fought the urge to yell. So much emotion had invested inside of him leading up to this very moment. He pulled up a chair, and for a moment, let go of every inhibition...
“You are beautiful, and even if you are a liar and fart like a Clydesdale,...”
– Anonymous
