“It doesn’t matter.” His arms tighten around me—brick hard. “Right now it’s you and me. Today. Tomorrow. And the day after that and the day after that. It’s always been you and me. It’s just taken us a while to… — Angela Morrison Copy Share Image
“Don’t I deserve something? Somebody to be my best friend. To know me inside and out and still like me. Everybody else has someone… — Angela Morrison Copy Share Image
“He looks like an angel, sings like an angel. He found my breaking heart a coaxed it into a new rhythm. A rhythm so… — Angela Morrison Copy Share Image
“I’m here Bethie. Loving you. Wanting you. I’m not going to run into a hole and lick my wounds. I’m going to bleed in… — Angela Morrison Copy Share Image
“He looks like an angel, sings like an angel. He found my breaking heart and coaxed it into a new rhythm.” — Angela Morrison Copy Share Image
“It isn’t true what they say about mothers. We don’t hate our sons’ girlfriends. The sleazy ones—maybe. But we’re mostly delighted and a little… — Angela Morrison Copy Share Image
“I know your soul. It’s there in every note”. He brushes my lips with his. “You can’t fake that. You can’t hide it” — Angela Morrison Copy Share Image
“It doesn’t matter.” His arms tighten around me—brick hard. “Right now it’s you and me. Today. Tomorrow. And the day after that and the… — Angela Morrison Copy Share Image
“„Three more inches and you’d really be sexy.“ Three more inches? I’d be a skyscraper.” — Angela Morrison Copy Share Image
“I’m not sure I even know what love is, but I’ve got my hands full of something beautiful.” — Angela Morrison Copy Share Image
