My mother once told me that when she went to heaven, she would come back to visit me in the form of a white butterfly. That was 5 years ago. Now I'm 20 and I still look out for white butterflies wherever I go.
Monday, August 20, 2012
The time I spent on you
Here is a list of blog posts dating back from the first one I ever wrote about you to the very latest. I don't think I'm done yet. I don't blame you for hating me, resenting me. Just know that, I did this all for you.
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