Like the shifting sands of politics, our marriage after a whirlwind romance ended up unhappily ever after. The time we had was forgotten and the way we were was forgiven. Notwithstanding sugar pills and sleeping pills, without you I felt insecure. Would you, bethought I, make a mental note of those spats and harangues were you over the hill.
It has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly’s wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world.一步错步步错现实中永远没有replay我们无法改变过去所以一定要把握好现在