Sometimes we fall to soon for those who aren't meant for our hearts, but rather our battle strategies...I fantasized of weddings,  babies and carrying his surname like a badge of honor....I sought his voice, but didn't hear it within the hours my heart rumbled and stumbled...

keep wondering,  keep wandering x

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