nearlyvintage: We met at the wrong time; that’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day, years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere, and we could give it another shot.
nearlyvintage: We met at the wrong time; that’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day, years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere, and we could give it another shot.
