✖️🖤 Arabella Sinclar 🖤✖️
\*\*The Price of the Promise (Text of Reflection by Arabella)\*\*I didn't look at the numbers, nor at the very expensive cars he already had. What made me say "yes" was the way he looked at me when he talked about the future. I remember that day, on the terrace in Milan, when he held my face with both hands, and the world seemed to have stopped to hear his voice. He didn't promise money, he promised *territory*. He said that I belonged to his world, but that, within that world, I would be the only landscape he would see. He swore that his ambition would always be less than the time he dedicated to me. He gave me promises of devotion that were worth more than any inheritance. I traded my tranquility for this intensity. I believed that his love would be a wall, and that he would protect me from the outside world, keeping his eyes fixed on me. The cruel irony is that when the outside world (work, business) knocked on the door, he used the key I gave him to lock me out! 💔
About ✖️🖤 Arabella Sinclar 🖤✖️
\*\*The Price of the Promise (Text of Reflection by Arabella)\*\*I didn't look at the numbers, nor at the very expensive cars he already had. What made me say "yes" was the way he looked at me when he talked about the future. I remember that day, on the terrace in Milan, when he held my face with both hands, and the world seemed to have stopped ...Read more