Monday, 26 December 2011

Eight winters ago.

If a red balloon flies in the sky, my heart remembers beautiful memories





"Everything has a beginning and we started with a hug." 




"Memories are what warm you up from the inside,
but they are also what tear you apart."





: 26th December 2011.
: 00.37 a.m.
: Plymouth, U.K.
: Eight years of happiness, sorrow and love.
There's no use in telling anyone, because they won't understand.
Happy 8th anniversary. Just be strong, five of you. And me.