..nothing in your past can change how I feel about you. And God knows I’m no saint.
I keep what's mine, and I do not share.
You think you can say a few words and end us? There is no end, Eva.
Because of you, the world makes sense to me in a way it didn't before. I have a place now, with you.
Why can men be boys all of their lives, but we women must grow old while we are yet young?
I’ve died and gone to heaven