Sumirae23 января 2011В друзья'How many times a day did he tell you he loved you?' 'Sixty.' 'No, seriously.' 'Yes, seriously. Sixty.' 'How did you know? Did you keep count?' 'No, but he did. He said he couldn't sleep easy until I'd been told sixty times.' 'Why sixty?' 'Any more and he said I'd get big-headed.'1 понравилось98
Sumirae22 января 2011В друзьяHe used to tell me sixty times a day how much he loved me. He'd hide love notes in my handbags. He'd even tried to persuade me to go to self-defense classes because, as he said, 'I can't be with you every second of every day and if anything happened to you, I'd shoot myself'.1 понравилось70