I won't wait till i'm older. till i live in france. till i've saved enough money. till you tell me it's alright.
i'll do it today. because tomorrow might be too late.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
with you i am paris and poetry and perfumed letters written in fountain pen. with you i am wrapped up in blankets and spread out on sheets. with you i am car rides in country sides and cherries on stalks. with you i am romance and the things we forget.