“You’re crying again,” she whispers.” “I’m so happy that it hurts,” I admit, pulling away enough to look into her eyes. “And I’m so in love with you that it might kill me.”
GLORIA STEINEMby Gloria SteinemElisabeth Sandmann Verlag
“You’re crying again,” she whispers.” “I’m so happy that it hurts,” I admit, pulling away enough to look into her eyes. “And I’m so in love with you that it might kill me.”