I loved you, I cryed with you, I laughed with you, I fought for you... but it wasn't enough, It would've never been enough anyway because you left me. — Paris Valentine Copy Share Image
“And you’re prickly enough about being young.” She was amusing him. “More than ever, I feel as if I’ve robbed the cradle.” But she knew how to puncture his mirth. “You are very old,” she agreed demurely. He pushed her… — Christina Dodd Copy Share Image
