He was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But when she tired to give him up he pursued her in her thoughts, stronger each time.
The headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be. - Anna Godbersen
The headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.
- Anna Godbersen
I've always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we'll have. - Anna Godbersen
I've always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we'll have.
Gossip is just a tool to distract people who have nothing better to do from feeling jealous of those few of us still remaining with noble hearts. - Anna Godbersen
Gossip is just a tool to distract people who have nothing better to do from feeling jealous of those few of us still remaining with noble hearts.
All really interesting girls invent themselves. - Anna Godbersen
All really interesting girls invent themselves.
She was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing. - Anna Godbersen
She was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.
As she always did on any really important day, Penelope Hayes wore red. - Anna Godbersen
As she always did on any really important day, Penelope Hayes wore red.
Girls," their mother interjected, "you must both stop being strange - it is unattractive. And don't forget your hats. It would be absolutely the end … - Anna Godbersen
Girls," their mother interjected, "you must both stop being strange - it is unattractive. And don't forget your hats. It would be absolutely the end …
So this was betrayal. It was like being left alone in the desert at dusk without water or warmth. It left your mouth dry and will broken. It sapped y… - Anna Godbersen
So this was betrayal. It was like being left alone in the desert at dusk without water or warmth. It left your mouth dry and will broken. It sapped y…
The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples. - Anna Godbersen
The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.
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