What a tangle love is.
Mine. I'm on my side.
But the moment our eyes meet, I'm right back under his spell, a helpless hunk of steel to his irresistible magnet.
Miracles do occur, and it's never too late to turn your life around and reach for something better.
We don't always get the journey we want. But we always get the journey we need.
Six hundred years is an awfully long time, Ever. So long it's impossible for either of us to imagine. Though it is more than enough time to rack up a few dirty skeletons for the old metaphorical closet, right?