I spent years always wondering, but only ever entertained the thought as an erotic fantasy. Where was he? Was he happy? Did he ever think about me?
I never gave up searching and heard through the grapevine that he had moved up north. I had moved out west.
Any connection seemed doomed, anyway, that was such a long time ago. Even if we met again, it wouldn't be the same. Too much water under the bridge and our lives would have taken different pathways.
Im not a quitter. Im a risk taker. I go with my gut. I fight for the things that I want. I fight hard. Sometimes too hard. Is it really worth it ???
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