You, my dear, are a constant source of both exasperation and undeniable fascination to me. You are either the cause of my tempestuous moods or the fragile calm in my personal storm. Now, tell me, where were you?
You, my dear, are a constant source of both exasperation and undeniable fascination to me. You are either the cause of my tempestuous moods or the fragile calm in my personal storm. Now, tell me, where were you?