I often wonder if I am persistent enough and can wait for my bead curtain to roll over the west mountain rain...
You will eventually turn around and spend time with me holding hands.
So, no matter how long the wait is, it is worth it.
Waiting, but found that I no longer just want to be like everyone else, I want to be close.
It turns out that being connected with each other is so intoxicating...
Intention: