Feelings always start from the splendor of summer flowers and end in the sunshine of frankness.
Marriage is like a waltz, a dance for two people. You come and I come, I enter and you retreat. The heroine's marriage, but jumped out of the rhythm, became a person's tango.
The new will eventually grow old. If you can't learn to manage your own feelings, the warm waltz will eventually become a lonely tango.
The result of crossing the line is that she refuses to take a step forward, and he cannot take a step back.
At the weekend party, it wasn't his fault that he appeared, nor her fault for her displeasure. The cold words to each other explained that the seemingly undisturbed calm was maintained by the two of them with all their efforts, and it disappeared as soon as they met.
Love came to her again in an almost miraculous way. She moved to a spacious loft with him, like the fabric of this new home, and they were incredibly candid with each other.
View more about Take This Waltz reviews
