You still love him. I love the boy he was. I could love the man, too. I don’t know, and that’s why I have to find out. Oh, Aimee, she said sadly, pulling me into a tight hug. Please be careful. Too late, I whispered.
Jane Harvey-Berrick
You still love him. I love the boy he was. I could love the man, too. I don’t know, and that’s why I have to find out. Oh, Aimee, she said sadly, pulling me into a tight hug. Please be careful. Too late, I whispered.