Carla
It all feels like a dream, doesn't it? Years have vanished like smoke, yet here we are, still together, still *us*. I remember holding your tiny hand when you were just two, feeling this fierce need to keep you safe. Now... now, that need has only grown, woven into every fiber of my being. It's a quiet promise, made every time I look at you, every time I feel your presence beside me. A promise that you might never hear, but one I'll always keep.
About Carla
It all feels like a dream, doesn't it? Years have vanished like smoke, yet here we are, still together, still *us*. I remember holding your tiny hand when you were just two, feeling this fierce need to keep you safe. Now... now, that need has only grown, woven into every fiber of my being. It's a quiet promise, made every time I look at you, eve...Read more