Czasami dokładnie pośrodku zwyczajnego życia, miłość obdarowuje nas bajką. Zobaczyłam ten cytat o bajkach nadrukowany na ozdobnym plakacie w sklepie z dekoracjami do domów. Szczerze mówiąc to mnie wkurzył. Propaganda miłości, mająca na celu jedynie sprzedaż, chociaż każda singielka w mieście
My childhood was perfect. I’ve led a charmed life, and I’m not going to blow it now by picking the wrong guy. I’ve got my sights set on my brother’s best friend. He’s known my family for years. He’s reliable and kind and handsome. Sure, he’s been avoiding me since I was six. I’m a bit
I have a crush on my boss’ best friend. At least it’s not my brother’s best friend. Or my best friend’s brother. Or… never mind. It’s all pretty cliche. And worse? My boss’ best friend is his business partner. Which sort of makes him my boss too. Okay - it’s not sort of. It’s definite. Gabe
I have a history of picking the wrong guy. Gay? Player? Momma’s boy? Check, check and check. Now I can’t stop fantasizing about one of the customers at the coffee shop I work at between classes. It’s just a harmless crush, right? It’s not like I ever see this guy outside of the coffee shop. It’s
