“Marry me Abby,” Taylor counters, his words a command and not a request, as he holds up a small blue box tied up with white ribbon. Taylor regards me quietly and then starts to speak with absolute conviction, “You are… — Bibi Paterson Copy Share Image
“Marry me Abby,” Taylor counters, his words a command and not a request, as he holds up a small blue box tied up with… — Bibi Paterson Copy Share Image
“I try to think of what I felt like before I met Taylor, but it is as if that girl no longer exists.” — Bibi Paterson Copy Share Image
