It is presumptuous to draw conclusions about a person from what one has heard
I love you more than I can express, or can ever hope to express
One hesitates to open a new chapter when the old one is not resolved.
Really, I protest-what is left for the satirical mind to invent when reality so surpasses it?
But we disposable women have to be realistic in this life, you know. Else we get itchy and discontented and start contemplating the kitchen knife and wondering whether it wouldn't look nicer between someone's shoulder-blades.
When you are in love- everything is romantic