January 07, 2011


Sometimes you meet someone online and you click as friends immediately.
Sometimes you never meet that person face to face but it doesn't matter.
Sometimes you wish you had made more of an effort to make that journey.
Sometimes  you just wish

1 comment:

Rosie said...

Amber, is everyhting OK? You sound sad and wistful. Sending hugs. rosie xx

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