I was watching a Netflix show last week in which a woman says how she doesn’t listen to her lover’s words, but to the tone. That way she can tell how close he’s feeling towards her.
I couldn’t understand Tina and Muhans words, but I could hear the sounds. Their whispers and giggles sounded as though they weren’t meant for anyone else. Lucky my Chinese is limited to two words.
The cutest couple to photograph, they married one year before, and found out that morning they are about to be parents. No joke, you couldn’t make it up.
I risk becoming sickly about them so I’ll hand over to someone else: They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered. — F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Scroll through and you’ll see what I mean.