During the day I keep myself busy and time passes. But at night, I really miss you... — Anonymous Copy Share Image
During the day I keep myself busy and sometimes, time passes. But at night, I really miss you. — Lynn Copy Share Image
A breeze passes in the night. When did it spring up? Whence does it come? Whither is it going? No man knows. — Pierre Teilhard de Chardin Copy Share Image
