“Love can die. It's a mysterious thing, the death of love. Sometimes it fades slowly, like a long sunset with amazing and rare color that lasts in the memory forever. Sometimes it becomes obese and dies from its own weight,… — Scott Wolven Copy Share Image
“Love can die. It's a mysterious thing, the death of love. Sometimes it fades slowly, like a long sunset with amazing and rare color… — Scott Wolven Copy Share Image
“I've never lost anything,' Red said, 'Not a penny, not a memory. Never lot anything. I've gotten rid of some crap, some people, but… — Scott Wolven Copy Share Image
