As a teen I use to day dream about love, the type of love that made your heart flutter at the sight of that special person. Running through a field of dandelions, holding hands without a care in the world, lost in love.
As a teen I use to day dream about love, the type of love that made your heart flutter at the sight of that special person. Running through a field of dandelions, holding hands without a care in the world, lost in love.
