The best is yet to come. Love, TAPO

And I love it; again and again and again.
I love my city, I love my people, myself. I love the smell of midnights in early March.
I have this endless kind of love for a feeling that can't be compared with anything. The feeling of being special, of being free and loved. The feeling of being completely TAPO.
The best is yet to come.
Love, TAPO