I have romanticised you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like cupids arrows.
Spilling a Secret What its size, will have varying consequences. It’s not possible to predict what will happen if you open the gunnysack, let the cat escape. A liberated feline might purr on your lap, or it might scratch your eyes out. You can’t tell until you loosen the knot. Do you chance losing a friendship, if that friend’s well-being will only be preserved by betraying sworn-to silence trust? Once the seam is ripped, can it be mended again? And if that proves impossible, will you be okay when it all falls to pieces?
It's hard for a woman to respect a man who refuses to take any action to solve his problems.
A mother's heart has the gift of foresight.
Her entire previous life had left her absolutely unprepared for this day. Or rather for this morning.
His hands worked magic but his heart was cold as ice.
He was a true danger incarnate. He was one of those men that the mothers advised their daughters to stay away from.
You are one of those rare women who look beautiful when they cry.
I've already let you go twice. I'm not going to do it the third time. You know that, right?
