friskin

I think that we shared the same memories today. Maybe it was something in the air or the water that left us aching for those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer. If you ever read this, I'm sorry, and I forgive you. I guess you're the only one who will understand.

There is a lot to look forward to. I fall in love practically every day.

But I'm still trying to figure it all out.

Perhaps I should stop.