Monday, April 27, 2009
"Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone had said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. that surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shaft of recognition. It was worth it. Love is worth it."
Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson
klo 4/27/2009 08:29:00 AM