The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would be past, and you would be filled with a sense of wonder, because it was such an amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done; and you would know too why your friends have been evasive about it, and the time.
यो उद्धारणमा ट्रेन गर्नुहोस्
पाठ सम्पादन गर्नुहोस्
वा केवल कमेन्ट छोड्नुहोस्:
