'' i remember we were in the mountains. we saw their snowy peaks and admired the world that lived around us. we were driving through meadows, we saw a bunch of sheep. and then we didn't know what it would lead us to.
you slept under my blanket, and after we laughed out loud ''
Our friendship stories start differently. Have you ever noticed it? You met in the bar one of your friends, but maybe your friendship starts when you together stolen watermelons from the neighbor's field. This story is about the same.
