"Did it ever occur to you that when you're making love to him, you're really making love to him?" "Huh? What is th...
Don't forget to smile. No one else does it like you. Smile like you can light up a room or the entire universe with just one flash of y...
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The lyrics of Some Kind of Wonderful by The Drifters, one of my favourite songs, interspersed with my own thoughts.... All you have to do ...
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The very fate that brought them together is the one that kept them apart for years. Because sometimes, fate arrives with eyes and limbs and...
She is fire. She sparks and rages, spits and smokes, radiates a heat that could burn him to cinders. Oh, but he is water. He g...
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I've lost count of the number of times I have tried to do it. It always starts with a well-intentioned plan. The pros and cons are weig...
Love can be so many things. It can run the entire gamut - from indulging in sweet nothings to witnessing the storms clouds. It can make you...
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