It was so strange how someone could love another person so much and so well and still not understand what made her happy.
xelag18je citiraoпре 7 година
It was so strange how someone could love another person so much and so well and still not understand what made her happy
Louise Ankerstjerneje citiraoпре 7 година
She had always looked like some confectioner’s fantasia, a wee thing created of spun sugar, gossamer light, pale and shimmering, so fragile she might melt away in the morning dew.