Sorry we’re late. Liam had to make sure his hair fell just right.
I just don't get it. You've been in love with this bloke since you were a kid, and he's never once got his hair cut short enough that it doesn't poke him in the damn eye.
You were sizzling, like sausages in a frying pan.
We all make mistakes. The more you punish yourself for them, the harder it is to live.
