~♥ Amy:
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life~
~♥ Amy:
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul~
~♥ Amy:
She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not care to be herself~ Anais Nin