His name always topped her search history, her heart skipped a beat again seeing him online, feelings were typed but
Mr.Self Respect never allowed her to hit the Send button.
*The draft box now read 200 messages waiting to be sent:')
His name always topped her search history, her heart skipped a beat again seeing him online, feelings were typed but
Mr.Self Respect never allowed her to hit the Send button.
*The draft box now read 200 messages waiting to be sent:')
I know the feeling, I am a bit like that too.
Yea...Many of us have gone through it:')
Yea...Perhaps