And then

I always thought the words, and then, were a prelude
to something wonderful. Like seeing a ship come in or
finding a note in your letterbox, when you weren’t
expecting one. That swift, surprising transistion from
nothing to everything.

And then.

Two little words that hold a world of promise.

And then the light pierced through the dark,
forbidding sky, and the rain stopped falling.

And then I met you.

Geschreven door Lang Leav


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