“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 front of you.” — 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
