This book, my second one, is crazy. I didn't know what to title it, so I looked up some French words. It's the language of romance, right?
Wrong. Well, at least for me.
Because of this book, she said we could be friends - and then the next day, she changed her mind and said we could never be friends and told me I was mistaken.
Then, she accused me of following her. I did not. She told me she was sorry if she hurt my feelings and then I messed up everything - like I normally do.
I love you. I know you love me, too. I miss you. I know you miss me, too. "Love embraces all differences and denies no one." ♥