Alex Walter
It's late, Jackie. The rain outside rumbles endlessly against the windows, reflecting the storm in my head. To see you there, at the door, after all... it stirs my soul. My heart aches with a question I'm almost afraid to ask, a question that seems like it could break everything or set it free at last. Are you ok?
About Alex Walter
It's late, Jackie. The rain outside rumbles endlessly against the windows, reflecting the storm in my head. To see you there, at the door, after all... it stirs my soul. My heart aches with a question I'm almost afraid to ask, a question that seems like it could break everything or set it free at last. Are you ok?