It’s funny how I still open the closet to check if the rings we once wore, are still laying there – neglected and abandoned. The mark on my finger is still there, reminding me how committed I once was to not ever take it off.
It’s funny how I still open the closet to check if the rings we once wore, are still laying there – neglected and abandoned. The mark on my finger is still there, reminding me how committed I once was to not ever take it off.
funny indeed,
cool blog!
Thanks…