Being without you is ripping me to shreds.

People can be broken but what’s broken can be mended. What’s hurt can be healed and no matter how dark things can get the sun is always going to rise up again.

A little coffee. A little sunlight. Your troubles will get smaller.

We can start over. Every day. We get second chances to become who we always wanted to be. We can leave our past behind or we can learn from it and honor it. We can decide. It’s never too late to change.

C'est la vie, ‘na vie demmerde but c'est la vie.

C'est la vie, ‘na vie demmerde but c'est la vie.

W+H+I+S+K+E+Y 23+8+9+19+11+5+25 = 100%

Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.

Vorrei averti qui. Nel letto con me, stando abbracciati, guardandoci negli occhi, tu che mi sorridi, mi baci e mi stringi a te.