Install Steam
sign in
|
language
简体中文 (Simplified Chinese)
繁體中文 (Traditional Chinese)
日本語 (Japanese)
한국어 (Korean)
ไทย (Thai)
Български (Bulgarian)
Čeština (Czech)
Dansk (Danish)
Deutsch (German)
Español - España (Spanish - Spain)
Español - Latinoamérica (Spanish - Latin America)
Ελληνικά (Greek)
Français (French)
Italiano (Italian)
Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
Magyar (Hungarian)
Nederlands (Dutch)
Norsk (Norwegian)
Polski (Polish)
Português (Portuguese - Portugal)
Português - Brasil (Portuguese - Brazil)
Română (Romanian)
Русский (Russian)
Suomi (Finnish)
Svenska (Swedish)
Türkçe (Turkish)
Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
Українська (Ukrainian)
Report a translation problem
heart. When plucked leave a memory, a
moment in time. That we can fondly
remember, that comes and qoes like the
gentle breeze. However when we
experience our first true love. Its like a
peautiful coronated song thats etched in
your heart and soul. After years of being
apart. I still think of you. I still qet beautiful
memories of a time that I still wish existed
out now the seasons have changed. And
somehow I still find my heart in same space
where we said qoodbve to each other
Where the anguish of should haves and
could haves, come flooding like a flash
flood. Only to think he was the one ...it
was just at the wrong time 😢
( ﾉ ⠀⠀ ￣Ｙ ＼
| (＼ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ｜⠀ )
ヽ ヽ⠀ 🐮⠀ _ノ⠀ /
＼ | ⌒Ｙ⌒ /⠀/
｜ヽ · ｜ ·⠀ﾉ ／
＼トー仝ー イ
｜ ミ土彡 /⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🐢
⠀⠀⠀ ) \⠀ 🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐢🐢
⠀⠀⠀ (⠀ \ 🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐢🐢
⠀⠀⠀/⠀⠀/⠀⠀⠀\ \⠀\⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 🐢
⠀⠀/ /⠀ /⠀⠀⠀⠀ \⠀\ )
⠀ ( (⠀ )⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀) )⠀)
⠀ (⠀ )⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ( |⠀ |
⠀ |⠀ /⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ \⠀ |
nn. )⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ （. nn