Cory Hearon was near the fire station in Camden, South Carolina when he spotted something in the clouds that stopped him dead in his tracks. It was a single cloud hovering in the shape of an angel.
Cory Hearon was near the fire station in Camden, South Carolina when he spotted something in the clouds that stopped him dead in his tracks. It was a single cloud hovering in the shape of an angel.
He doesn’t comment on my photos telling me how “gorgeous” or “hot” I am to him, and I don’t get the “I love you too, baby’s” whenever I post something admiring him.
Cory Hearon was near the fire station in Camden, South Carolina when he spotted something in the clouds that stopped him dead in his tracks. It was a single cloud hovering in the shape of an angel.
He doesn’t comment on my photos telling me how “gorgeous” or “hot” I am to him, and I don’t get the “I love you too, baby’s” whenever I post something admiring him.
We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
Cory Hearon was near the fire station in Camden, South Carolina when he spotted something in the clouds that stopped him dead in his tracks. It was a single cloud hovering in the shape of an angel.
He doesn’t comment on my photos telling me how “gorgeous” or “hot” I am to him, and I don’t get the “I love you too, baby’s” whenever I post something admiring him.
We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
