He’d seemed like such a sweetheart. He’d brought her flowers, held her hand, and kissed her with a passion that whispered ‘forever’ into her dreams. But then he was gone, leaving nothing but the scattered crumbs of her broken heart in his wake.
My internet connection is still practically nonexistent, I’m afraid, so yet again this post has been scheduled while I’m on my lunch break at work. To everyone who has visited, liked, or commented over the past week, I’m not ignoring you, I’m just finding it very hard to return visits and reply to comments at the moment! I do appreciate every one of you. ❤
Colette O'Neill... Environmentalist, Author, Publisher, Photographer. Creator of Goddess Permaculture.
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