I don't know where my road is going, but I know that I walk better when I hold your hand.
Alfred de MussetI deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them
Alfred de MussetI don't know where my road is going, but I know that I walk better when I hold your hand.
Alfred de MussetI deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them
Alfred de Musset