You Bring The Color And The Life.

Love Wasn't The Soft, Silky Words The Poets Spoke Of. Love,with It's Twin Edges, Was The One Factor That Weakened So Many Women, That Pushed Them To Compromised Their Own Wants, Their Own Needs For The Needs And Wants Of Another.

We All Look. The Lucky Find.

Oh, God. God, Isn't That Perfect? He's Dad. He's Dad With A Layer Of Nerd. Solid, Steady, Chipping Away So Patiently, You Don't Even Know You've Had Your Shields Hacked Down Until You're Defenseless. It's The Type." "you're Not In Love With A Type, You're In Love With A Man," Penny Corrected. "or You're Not.

I Don't Think You Tell Someone You Love Them Because You Expect Something. I Think You Tell Them Because You Have Something To Give.

Eve: "what Do You Want?" Nadine: "a Man Of Amazing Sexual Prowess, Great Sensitivity, Stupendous Abs, And The Face Of An Angel. Toss In A Wicked Sense Of Humor And Stupendous Wealth, Who Adores The Very Ground I Walk On. Oh Wait, You Already Have Him.