Watching, waiting, stalking. Searching, skulking, smiling. Love is not all romance. Love is mystery, love is misery. Love is a big piece of dark chocolate. Bittersweet and forbidden. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“When I die,' I said to my friend, 'I'm not going to be embalmed. I'm going to be dipped.' Milk chocolate or bittersweet was the immediate concern.” — Adrianne Marcus Copy Share Image
