Love in the time of crossing over
Old enough to know better, young enough to try it again.
Barbara.
Barbara.
Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. And one not so very special day, I went to my typewriter,I sat down and I wrote our story. A story about a time. A story about a place. A story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever.
The end.
Moulin Rouge
