He gave her 12 roses 11 real and 1 fake he said. “I’ll love you until the last rose dies.”
Love me and then fuck me.
Or the other way around, I don’t mind.
She loved me once, but now she’s marrying someone else. No matter – people are filing into the church, and my revenge shall be sweet.
I know you are in love with me because of my heart, mind and soul.
I know … hope … that my millions mean … nothing?
I read: “single mum loves to dance and keep fit doing so (i am a size 8 ) whose happy with her body and the skin I’m in and love my motor sport needs to love a guy who loves to dance and has a natural high energy level and is single, honurst, kind, passionate, careing, romantic, and has a high sex drive.” Cheryl, I said, “you’ve mis-spelled ‘honest’”.
So what if I equate love with sex?
You equate love with fucking birthday presents.
There is a severe punishment for loving someone in this world.
It will come … no matter what you think.