Originally Posted by DancingNancy
Well, she never answered. It was a sleepless night of praying her cell got dropped in water, anything to explain the silence. But... I'm a big girl, and I think I know what silence means.
Um, that she's a twat?
Love withers under constraint; its very essence is liberty. It is compatible neither with envy, jealousy or fear. It is there most pure, perfect and unlimited when its votaries live in confidence, equality and unreserve. -- Shelley
me: Mags, 59, living with:
miss pixi, 37