Yoncé

+Jess; In the fall I met a boy whose laugh was as deep as his thoughts. And in the winter I met a boy that had a sparkle in his eye whenever he looked at me. And in the spring I met a boy who made me happy. And in the summer I realized that they were all the same boy. I think what I’ll miss the most is the way you loved me. ☯ var ref = (''+document.referrer+''); document.write('