Everyone thinks you’re so strong and self-confident, but inside you’re a frightened child, waiting to suffer betrayal again from those who should love you most.
Are you a man?″ The question slipped out, and she regretted it. Regretted injecting reality into this delicate, lovely dream of passion. ″I thought I had conclusively proved my manhood to you. Shall I do it again?
Close only counts in horseshoes and hand gernades.