Another year away from my family.
I hope I don't regret losing more days with them...
There should be a rule in the universe that would make us rich at 25. It would solve everything, wouldn't it?
“Put your head on my shoulder. Whisper in my ear, baby. Words I want to hear. Tell me, tell me that you love me too...”
Put Your Head on My Shoulder — Paul Anka.
take what you need: