Dienstag, 22. Juni 2010

You’re only a memory now. A memory of what I wanted, of what I got, of what I gave away and of what I’d do anything to get back

I’m ready to let go, move on, be happy, but there’s always this little shred of "Well maybe he’ll want me tomorrow.” You know what I mean.


  1. ja, man weiss was du meinst. der grosse sturm ist vorbei, aber manchmal rauscht eben doch noch ein laues lueftchen umher.