He was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But when she tired to give him up he pursued her in her thoughts, stronger each time.
Anna GodbersenHenry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.
Anna GodbersenLife was a short window and there was no sense in doing the wrong thing over and over even if it was so difficult to stop.
Anna Godbersen