I can't tell you how much I love you. Or how much I miss you. I don't know how you can have said you loved me and then do what you did. I wish you'd just own it. And then explain.
I saw once where the Irish named their whiskey "moonshine" because it was a clear liquid that when held to the light of the moon (when it was usually transported) it reflected the moon and the stars. I thought this sounded beautiful and I swore that if I were ever rich, I would build a home worthy of it's own name and I would name that home Moon Shine. That is unlikely to ever happen so I will make this spot my own Moon Shine. Welcome
