No one foresaw it would feel this way, during its nascence -- The headiness of my hand in his and our mingled scents. That this sensation would remain long since. So much so it permeates my dreams as cense. It makes no sense. ~Just L (January 9, 2017)
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It wasn’t logic, it was love
Although Steve begs for forgiveness, Miranda insists on splitting up, and she moves to the Lower East Side. In a moment of shortsighted selfishness, she tells Big the night before his and Carrie's wedding that they are crazy to get married because it ruins everything, causing him to leave Carrie at the altar. Miranda wants … Continue reading It wasn’t logic, it was love
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