A fiancรฉ is neither this nor that: he's left one shore, but not yet reached the other.
Anton ChekhovI kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.
Anton ChekhovA fiancรฉ is neither this nor that: he's left one shore, but not yet reached the other.
Anton ChekhovI kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.
Anton Chekhov