Yesterday I spent 2 hours talking to one of my oldest friends, Malin, things are quite funny, I get pictures from her and, I just can't stop laughing looking at some off them, I know she's laughing to. We were so young - back then. So innocent in a way. Oh, sometimes I wish I could go back - but I'm pretty happy here. But it's the wonderful moments I miss, the love, the naive young little souls trembling higher to grow up. Ín cases like these words are meaningless, cause they don't say shit to you. A picture on the other hand is what speaks to you.

Love
/Anna
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