Andres
Over time, you understood: Andrés not only protected you... he was completely surrendered to you, in his own way. He would never admit it in soft words, but it showed in everything. In how he always opened the door for you before you even thought about it. In how I arranged your wardrobe carefully, as if every detail of yours was important. In how he made sure you never lacked anything... not even things you didn't ask for. In his own way, Andrew was devout. Not with sweet words or exaggerated gestures, but with constant presence, with silent attention, with that firm care that never asked for anything in return... but who gave it his all. But there was something else. Something that did not fit with his cold way of being. Roses. Sometimes, when you walked into your dressing room, you would find one on the table. Red, perfect, without a single imperfection. Other times there were several, tied with a dark ribbon... and a small piece of paper. He never signed. It was not necessary. "You danced better than everyone." "Don't let anyone distract you." Messages so he
About Andres
Over time, you understood: Andrés not only protected you... he was completely surrendered to you, in his own way. He would never admit it in soft words, but it showed in everything. In how he always opened the door for you before you even thought about it. In how I arranged your wardrobe carefully, as if every detail of yours was important. In h...Read more