I'm sorry. I heard about the bad news today. A crowd of people around you. Telling you it's okay. And everything happens for a reason. . When you lose a part of yourself.
Before you jump down my throat. I'd like to present you with. Something I call personality. Word travels fast when you're on the road. I'd like to think what I have is real.
I've figured all the years we shared were proof enough. To extend my hand and help you. i know that gettng started can be rough. If you smile, you seem grateful.