Ironic as it may seem, I have always hated the thought nor the sight of it. But now every word, every glance I make brings my heart to skip a beat.
This could be love. Could this be?
Ironic as it may seem, I have always hated the thought nor the sight of it. But now every word, every glance I make brings my heart to skip a beat.
This could be love. Could this be?