Terry, C

I sorely wish that I had been writing when I had met you. I was so naive, you know? The kind of innocence that only time and experience can destroy. It took me years to understand that I needed to be ignorant so that you could leave and find another who could bring you true […]

Kengei

Sure, I may appear unruly and worn like an old tree. But sometimes, on the right occasion this old heart of mine finds it in itself to bloom. ~lt