The quarrels of lovers are like summer storms. Everything is more beautiful when they have passed. — Suzanne Curchod Copy Share Image
“We're exactly like this storm, Jake. Fiery, hot, even crazy. But you know what? Yu know the problem with sizzling summer storms?" "No, what?" Even through the rain, his voice carried the hint of danger. Of wildness that outdid Mother… — Rebecca Zanetti Copy Share Image
