nee het leven spaart je nieeeeeett , goooeeiee tijden slechten tijdeenn soms geluk en sooooooooohohooomsms verdrieeeaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
incy wincy spider climbed up the water spout. Down came the rain, and washed the spider out. Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain. So incy winy spider climbed up the spout again.
At 16, I had my first boyfriend, and telling him I was a virgin was a no-brainer because he was also my first kiss. He was the bad-boy type—definitely more experienced than I was—and I was attracted to him even though I knew I would never have sex with him. (1/2)