my love is always haunting me - always in my mail box, my email, my web browsing, and yet, just slightly out of my reach. i stare longingly at it, wondering how it will look next to me, wondering how soft it will feel on my arm....
we always want what we cant have. live and learn.
but someday. someday, this will be mine.
credit: anthropologie
Oh my goodness, i think that may be perfection!
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