Isn't it kind of amazing how a person who was once a stranger, can suddenly, without warning, mean the entire world to you? And isn't it scary that once they mean the entire world to you that they can become a stranger again?
Quote: If you'll be my soft and sweet. I'll be your strong and steady. You'll be my glass of wine I'll be your shot of whiskey You'll be my sunny day I'll be your shade tree You'll be my honeysuckle I'll be your honey bee - Blake Shelton