“ In fact, the mark of tragedy became, with time, a mark of glamour. ”
He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee. I could have looked at him forever.
~ E. Lockhart
Someone once wrote that a novel should deliver a series of small astonishments. I get the same thing spending an hour with you.
It shattered something inside me that hadn't been broken before.
Better than chocolate, being with you last night. Silly me, I thought that nothing was better than chocolate.
