amuleti:

And you told me how much you missed me, and that it won’t be long until our hands touch once again. And you promised, that after all we’ve endured, all the hardships and downfalls, it would be worth it.

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Hands in the fallen snow;
Numb to the winter cold,
But we don’t mind,
‘Cause we’ll get warm inside.

You’re the reason I come home.
You’re the reason I come home, my love.
You’re the reason that when everything I know falls apart…
Well, you’re the reason I come home.