to be in love is to fret and fume and torture oneself for nothing;
to live solely for the confines of a wayward woman;
to be miserable if she frowns;
to be insanely happy if she smiles.
– G.J. Hill
to be in love is to fret and fume and torture oneself for nothing;
to live solely for the confines of a wayward woman;
to be miserable if she frowns;
to be insanely happy if she smiles.
– G.J. Hill