February 19, 2012 by Administrator
Not you, her. Yes, the one who’s constantly watching romantic comedies, following powerful women and quoting introspective writers.
I was you. Now… I’ve lived, I’ve loved desperately, I’ve been loved passionately, I’ve been hated, I’ve jumped into the fire and climbed out again. Somehow, knowing you want my life, suddenly, makes it that much richer.
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