I'm Telling You, I Wanted To. But

What Was Love, Really? Flowers, Chocolate, And Poetry? Or Was It Something Else? Was It Being Able To Finish Someone's Jokes? Was It Having Absolute Faith That Someone Was There At Your Back? Was It Knowing Someone So Well That They Instantly Understood Why You Did The Things You Did—and Shared Those Same Beliefs?

He Almosted Smiled. "there You Go Again. Why? Why Do Yo Keep Helping Me?" There Were A Million Answers On My Lips, Everything From It's The Right Thing To Do To I Don't Know. Instead, I Said, "because I Want To.

Life, Unfortunately, Doesn't Seem To Care What We Want.

Now Get Some Clothes On Before The Women Around Here Are Driven Into A Frenzy." He Gave Me A Mournful Look. "i'm Afraid That'll Happen With Or Without Clothes, My Dear.

Rose, Nothing In This World Could Make Me Hate You." "not Even Trying To Bring My Ex-boyfriend Back From The Dead?