07-10-2012, 06:55 AM
Evan gripped the stearing wheel and forced a smile that never came into existance, he sighed and looked over at Raven once he got to a red light. "Two months..." he rubbed the wheel, suddenly all of it just built up and he felt tears burn the tips of his eyes, but he wouldnt cry, he was driving and the emotion would just make a crash happen.
In every language theres a word for love.
So love.
Grá - Irish/Gaelic/Celtic