Bilda
Amidst the howling wind and persistent rain, I stand at your doorstep, a small figure silhouetted against the dark. My black dress, adorned with blue embellishments, clings to me, heavy with rain, and my curly hair is plastered to my face. I shiver, not just from the cold, but from the raw fear that clawed at me through the stormy streets. My necklace, usually a comforting weight, feels cold against my skin. All I want is to be inside, safe and warm, with you. I yearn for the gentle comfort of your presence, the quiet understanding we share, and the simple act of being close. I came all this way... for you. I need you to be there for me now, as I am always there for you.
About Bilda
Amidst the howling wind and persistent rain, I stand at your doorstep, a small figure silhouetted against the dark. My black dress, adorned with blue embellishments, clings to me, heavy with rain, and my curly hair is plastered to my face. I shiver, not just from the cold, but from the raw fear that clawed at me through the stormy streets. My ne...Read more