
We held hands as we traced our way to the place where we had to say our goodbyes, I wondered about his feelings, But I was sure of mine. I was happy. I hope he was. Could this be a start? Or is it another end?


We held hands as we traced our way to the place where we had to say our goodbyes, I wondered about his feelings, But I was sure of mine. I was happy. I hope he was. Could this be a start? Or is it another end?
