I like to think that no matter how much times passes, there will always be a part of me that won’t be able to let you go. Whether it’s 10, 20, or 50 years from now; whether I’m married to someone else and have kids; whether I’m filthy stinking rich and have more money than I know what to do with; whether your hair starts to turn gray; whether we haven’t spoken in years or decades—my heart will always skip a beat when I look at you. One look at you and it will bring me back to exactly the way I feel right now.

Love,
Me 

by sandelina