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 GodbersenThough her emotions had not deviated from a jittery frailty she knew that in her own room she could at least attempt sleep and that if she dreamed she might then finally be with Henry.
Anna GodbersenThe first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.
Anna Godbersen