Don't leave me... I love you I know you miss me... I don't know where you are... please don't leave me... I love you Can I have for one more second? because without I'm lost, I'm not yours, I'm theirs.
I am convinced that most people do not grow up...We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies, and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are innocent and shy as magnolias. ~ Maya Angelou