I knew that there were no guarantees. No way of knowing what came next for me, or him, or anybody. Some things don’t last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.
tobecomeinfinite: Thank you so much for the follow, I would have never found your blog otherwise! You are insanely talented, Arta. Everything you have created is so lovely and from the soul. It's really inspiring. xoxo 12th February 2012
You’re very welcome, and thank you so much lovely! xx