He played
tennis with her sentiments.
Advantage.
Him.
Love.
Her.
I wonder,
who’s the winner then?
He played
tennis with her sentiments.
Advantage.
Him.
Love.
Her.
I wonder,
who’s the winner then?
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Well judging from the score, nobody yet!
Well said:)
Bollywood, to say the least 😉
Lol! Cool comment:) thanks…
Pleasure 🙂
But that apart, I think people torture their partners ( say partners because that is what we become when in relationships right? ) – just to reassure themselves of allegiance. That they do this every other day, borders some clinical disorder- which you know of better than me 🙂
What do you think?