flake

“Would you ask me to leave her?” I whisper against her lips. “Would you tell me …”

“Sure, I want to do a lot of things. But sweetheart, you don’t know a damn thing…”

“You're not the only one who's made mistakes. I have too. But I believe we're mo…”

“But your beauty? It's the kind that radiates from your heart, and it's so damn …”