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.
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