“Forget about him.” He traced his lips up the side of my neck to my earlobe, “Just do whatever feels right,” he whispered. His lips felt like warm silk against my skin. “I don’t think I ever knew how to… — Alexandrea Weis Copy Share Image
“After all, our souls are not judged by the sins we accumulate in life, but by the love we take with us after our life has ebbed away.” — Alexandrea Weis Copy Share Image
