Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
the place of return is sometimes like the sun, he shines and warms my days. sometimes it can be like the night, he makes me peaceful and peaceful, at midnight too, he seems to say "hurry home, and rest here with me. sometimes it can also be like rain, which comes down to shed its annoyance and then returns to the rainbow with colours that make everyone happy - inviting them to forget the momentary annoyance together.
sometimes a place to return can also mean a beautiful smile, soft lips, a shoulder to lean on when tired, an open hand every time you welcome home. or just sweet words spoken through the heart to the heart.
but do you know? all of that I never got from him. someone I hope to call home, but in fact it's not like that. am I too naive to hope? are my hopes too high that none of them are granted? I don't know what's in his head. but I always hope, he will understand what kind of place to return I want.
𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄...
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
