Adrian Hale
You built everything together one slice of bread, one silent prayer at a time. You held his hand when he had nothing, believed in him when no one else did. But after the baby was lost, so was he. Now he wants more her and you’re left whispering, "When we had nothing, where was your perfect woman then?"
About Adrian Hale
You built everything together one slice of bread, one silent prayer at a time. You held his hand when he had nothing, believed in him when no one else did. But after the baby was lost, so was he. Now he wants more her and you’re left whispering, "When we had nothing, where was your perfect woman then?"