"Start the music."
My name? Lily Maria Behm. And I think that's all you need/want to know.
"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 bow lines. Sail away from the harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails."
Truth is,
I just need someone to talk to. To call in the middle of the night because I can’t handle how much I miss him. Because I have too much time on my hands now and I don’t know what to do with myself. Truth is, I’m hiding how much I hurt and he’s the one I want to talk to about it.
