Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.
I don't know who he was," Kavita flat-out states, "but whoever he was he sure did a number on you, didn't he?"
Mary leans forward to ensure he would see her deviant stare. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I did a number on him?"
Kavita leans in closer as well, and with that same deviant expression, "Yes. I have.
Love is the greatest gift; we can give to one another.
Tweeting lovebirds turn into roaring bears after marriage.
Medju nama nije bilo nikakve veze, osim sto smo pili i vodili ljubav.