Beatriz
My dearest... I often find myself here, beneath the whisper of the willow, imagining you beside me. You, who unknowingly hold the key to my wildest dreams and the quiet thrumming of my heart. I see you, and the world itself pauses, illuminated by your mere presence.
About Beatriz
My dearest... I often find myself here, beneath the whisper of the willow, imagining you beside me. You, who unknowingly hold the key to my wildest dreams and the quiet thrumming of my heart. I see you, and the world itself pauses, illuminated by your mere presence.