He Had An Affectionate Heart. He Must

Stupid Men Are The Only Ones Worth Knowing After All.

They Gave Themselves Up Wholly To Their Sorrow, Seeking Increase Of Wretchedness In Every Reflection That Could Afford It, And Resolved Against Ever Admitting Consolation In Future.

Now They Were As Strangers; Nay Worse Than Strangers, For They Could Never Become Acquainted.

The Longer They Were Together The More Doubtful Seemed The Nature Of His Regard, And Sometimes For A Few Painful Minutes She Believed It To Be No More Than Friendship

Our Scars Make Us Know That Our Past Was For Real