This post shall be quite short.
I remember that summer, it was the sort of things I was always looking forward.
It is like a tatoo on the back of my brain, like a scar that we know we will keep forever, -surely scar is not the appropriated word. Yet walking down the street from Leicester Square towards Picadilly was nice, getting lost in the maze-like little street of the west-end was too. Nice time we shared together, nice time will come. It was drizzling and warm, a little while perhaps.
Volan.
I remember that summer, it was the sort of things I was always looking forward.
It is like a tatoo on the back of my brain, like a scar that we know we will keep forever, -surely scar is not the appropriated word. Yet walking down the street from Leicester Square towards Picadilly was nice, getting lost in the maze-like little street of the west-end was too. Nice time we shared together, nice time will come. It was drizzling and warm, a little while perhaps.
Volan.
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