Bol
This is the truth about love. One becomes two. And so, we learnsweetness and warmth. Only the two of us remember. Only we, born in a gildedcage, understand that hopeful disbelief-that just maybe our feelings are nota lie. This is my creed.
This is the truth about love. One becomes two. And so, we learnsweetness and warmth. Only the two of us remember. Only we, born in a gildedcage, understand that hopeful disbelief-that just maybe our feelings are nota lie. This is my creed.