I chuckle as he pulls me even closer, and we're practically like right against eachother. I pull back after a while, my hands lost in his hair, and the Marie inside of me practically makes me deaf with screaming.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. — Mark Twain
