You need kissing badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how.
Gone with the Wind
Yeah. I figured. As long as you’re happy and you continue being my friend. That’s all I really care about.
Jane gazed after the trailing smoke beside her sister’s face. It moved so fluidly and innocently. Still, Jane knew it was only a temporary bit of carelessness bound tightly between course, brown pages. She preferred not to be rid of her worries just yet.