There are those times when all we have left is the memory of the one we love, and glancing at that pretty face is what we have remaining, but not what we wanted. We have to settle - with regret and sadness.
One believes it is to be, and sees the soul, but the other does not.
There are those times when all we have left is the memory of the one we love, and glancing at that pretty face is what we have remaining, but not what we wanted. We have to settle - with regret and sadness.
One believes it is to be, and sees the soul, but the other does not.