“This man who was not good for me. This man who had a thousand faithful and dedicated bones in his body, but four or five wildly promiscuous ones, bones that jump out of order occasionally and had their fun. Bones that shattered promises, ruined happily-ever-afters, and broke apart soul mates.”

“This man who was not good for me. This man who had a thousand faithful and dedicated bones in his body, but four or five wildly promiscuous ones, bones that jump out of order occasionally and had their fun. Bones that shattered promises, ruined happily-ever-afters, and broke apart soul mates.”

— Alessandra Torre