It was so strange how someone could love another person so much and so well and still not understand what made her happy.
xelag18hat Zitat gemachtvor 7 Jahren
It was so strange how someone could love another person so much and so well and still not understand what made her happy
Louise Ankerstjernehat Zitat gemachtvor 8 Jahren
She had always looked like some confectioner’s fantasia, a wee thing created of spun sugar, gossamer light, pale and shimmering, so fragile she might melt away in the morning dew.