That was the day that I promised to never sing of love if it does not exist.
Then Matthew came along and pointed out all the holes in her thinking. He stood in front of her and told her he’d come, not to climb her tower but to shatter it. In his clumsy way, he was like a prince who arrived with sweaty armpits and bad hair. At least I’m here, he might have said. That’s better than nothing. And it was. Say what you will - Cammie McGovern
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