Do you ever feel like there is no point on going back on writing because you are embarrassed at how long it’s been, but also if you don’t it won’t ever have an end aidicieociwixkakxidkwmxkd
“For hours on end, he’d talked to his father (…) and he told him of Kate, and how she’d freed his soul, and how he loved her so damn much. It was, Anthony realized, what his father had always wanted for him.”
Julia Quinn, The Viscount Who Loved Me (Bridgertons, #2)