I opened up Conversations On Love by Natasha Lunn the other day. I’d found it too difficult to get all the way through a while back, and figured now would be a good time to finally finish it. As I turned to the page I’d earmarked, I realised that the place I’d left it at was the third part of the book: how can we survive leaving love? This was either kismet or a cruel little joke I’d played on myself.
Leftovers #9
Leftovers #9
Leftovers #9
I opened up Conversations On Love by Natasha Lunn the other day. I’d found it too difficult to get all the way through a while back, and figured now would be a good time to finally finish it. As I turned to the page I’d earmarked, I realised that the place I’d left it at was the third part of the book: how can we survive leaving love? This was either kismet or a cruel little joke I’d played on myself.