Darling Timmy, Listening to So Close by Jon McLaughlin at 3 AM, I could only smile with a heavy sigh as I try to express this feeling at the end of my fingertips. Please absolve me, my dearest, for all the things that I am about to say to you for my melancholic heart is …
I mean, come on. Who likes to wake up in a picturesque tiny home so you’ll be forced to go out of your veranda (which is fabricated in front of a majestic sunrise) to the view of the lush orange trees rolling out from a distant? Oh, and not to mention having to savour the …