I always believed I’d be the one to walk away first. But love — or what I thought was love — has a funny way of making you ignore the obvious. The late-night texts. The mysterious perfume. The sudden “work
I always believed I’d be the one to walk away first. But love — or what I thought was love — has a funny way of making you ignore the obvious. The late-night texts. The mysterious perfume. The sudden “work