The word I couldn't say

He made so many mistakes but every time I looked into those big brown eyes I forgave him all over again.


39. We are…

We are what we love to read,

and when we admit to loving a book,

we admit that the book represents some aspect of ourselves truly,

whether it is that we are suckers for romance or pining for adventure or secretly fascinated by crime.

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