what if maura grabs the tiny version of herself and like walks it over to the tiny version of jane and starts whispering her undying love for her right there in the cafe
boom its officially, done, flying to melbourne next friday night.
i express my emotions in long groans at different octaves
So come just as you are to me; Don’t need apologies.
Know that you are all worthy; I’ll take your bad days with your good
Walk through the storm? I would.