Everything reminds me of him. Little things each day, all throughout the day. And I want to share them with him. Bittersweet.
I think about how lucky the girl (or boy) is that wins his affection.
Everything reminds me of him. Little things each day, all throughout the day. And I want to share them with him. Bittersweet.
I think about how lucky the girl (or boy) is that wins his affection.