In every relationship..There comes a moment..After the tears have fallen and the words..Have been spoken that we realize..How much more our love still grows even if we are miles apart..
Come join me gentle breeze..Tell me tales of your journeys..Take me embracing wind..Bring me to places..I’ve only dreamed..Show me wonders you have seen..
ps : I haven’t got anything for today’s random prompt, So I’d like to share this 🙂
When I was 10, I wanted to be a great many things, A fireman to save people and a cop to protect those I cared about. These were all motivated from living in Iquique, Chile back in the early days when poverty and petty crime was rampant.
I do miss it a lot though, the simple life of the wonder years. How about you? what did you want to be at the tender age of 10? 🙂