letter filled pockets
"'think how you love me,' she whispered. 'i don't ask you to love me always like this, but i ask you to remember.'
'you'll always be like this to me.'
'oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' her tears were falling. 'i'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person i am tonight.'”
-f. scott fitzgerald
: I found your blog from your 8tracks and I love both so very much. you're quite magical :)
oh, you are endearing, thank-you so much for your kind words. xxx