I do not blame himfor not knowing the gentleness of my soul.When I only showed him,how violently I loved.
Don’t be sorry. You could hurt me a thousand different ways and I’d love it every time.
You just couldn't give it a rest, could you, Sue? Had to keep badgering me. Snooping and poking around. I hope you're satisfied, now that you've ripped my guts out.
They say I should stay away from you,” I said. “They said you’re not good for me.” “I’m not,” he said with a wicked smile, “But doesn’t that make it even more fun?
He was everything your mother warned you about when she told you not to walk alone in the dark.
