This is for those of you who like a good story. For the dreamers, the hopeless, those who stopped believing in love and the magic of life.This is my parents love story. ? ❤️ My mom grew up in a beautiful, quiet city in western France, near Bordeaux, in a house with self-made drapes, only
scroll down for pictures On Saturday night, Marvin and I had a fight. We were at his parent’s house and drove home, where we had to work things out. Since we are both rather on the emotional side, we didn’t feel too good and at 12 pm we decided, we could not take our tiny apartment anymore.