we fall in and out of our happy places; it's only a matter of time the clouds decide to move and your ice cream melts and you're forced to stare at the sun. battered and bruised.
yet, with a smile, we could never ever really lose.
cause, we still have small change for that ice cream again.
2 comments:
love this.
this particular post reaches into the depths of me and grasps.
love it to bits.
i got u ice cream yesterday. happy ?
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