Honey, I’m Home
Dear honey blog,
I’m home at last. Do you know I keep thinking of you while I’m away. You don’t realize that I also kept stopping by, to see how are you doing. But my hands are tied then, that I can’t touch you the way I used to do.
My dear honey blog,
Now I’m a free men, well at least a bit free. We can start seeing each other again, and start having fun together again, the way we were.