Words, how little they mean when they are too late.
There are two ways love can go. You can be good to each other or you could not play fair.
I always have to be writing.
Winter = baking season. It's on.
She's not a saint, and she's not what you think She's an actress, whoa She's better known for the things that she does on the mattress
I approach love differently now that I know it's hard for it to work out.