Sometimes A Simple Question Could Have A

I Closed My Eyes, Thinking, Let Me Love You, Hardy, Just Let Me.

If I Were An Opera Singer, I"d Have Sung You An Aria. If I Were An Artist, I Would Have Painted Your Portrait. But Cooking Is What I'm Best At.

There Is No Peace In Poverty

He Was So Far From The Gallant Knights In Her Romantic Fantasies...he Was Tarnished, Scarred, Imperfect.

I'm Not Here Now. This Isn't Happening. You're Just Visiting A Dream Of Mine.