I don't know if she's been swept off her feet. I don't know what her best date was or what her worse date should of been. I don't know if she is as allergic to the words "soul mate" as I am. I Just know that the later it gets, the more I want to whisper to her. And these whispers would not be benign.
“That’s the nature of women; not to love when we love them, and to love when we love them not.”