William Barraclough: He is Juliet's thirty-three year old boyfriend who has a landscape gardening business.
“I pity you, Juliet. You don't know what love is. You don't have any fucking idea. You think it's Valentine's Day, and weekends in Italy. You think it's drinking champagne in some expensive restaurant and being bought stupid bloody underwear. But that's just the trimmings. The decoration. They're just gestures. Without trust, and respect, and kindness, they don't mean shit. </3”
“I thought love was about caring about someone day in and day out, about being there when it's rucking amazing, and still wanting to be there when it feels like crap, I thought it was about forever. </3”
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