These Days Everyone Was Insisting On Their

Almost Certainly I Will Not Tell Her My Intentions This Evening Or Tonight. I Will Put It Off. Why? Because Words Are Actions And They Make Things Happen. Once They Are Out You Cannot Put Them Back.

If Jealousy Was The Vindaloo Of Love, I'd Imagined Her Tongue Burning, And Such A Fire Forcing Her To Spill Her Truth.

But You're Beautiful, And The Beautiful Should Be Given Whatever They Want." "hey, What About The Ugly Ones?" "the Ugly Ones." She Poked Her Tongue Out. "it's Their Fault If Their Ugly. They're To Be Blamed, Not Pitied.

Being In Love Means Being At The Mercy Of Someone's Childhood.

Like You, She Will Have Been With Other People, But I've Got A Feeling There's Something Between You.