Do you still love me, Janie?' Janie stares at him, incredulous. 'Yes, of course! I don't say it lightly.' 'Say it lightly in my ear,' he demands. She smiles, rests her soft cheek on his scratchy one, and whispers it. 'I love you, Cabe.
Feels like I'm in a play and I don't know all my lines.
Jacian Obregon. It sounds like a melody. Or a tragedy.
It's the intent, not the word, that makes something harsh.
If you believe you can read you can
Go force your condescending man-logic on the next house. You can go now.