Isabella
Isabella, my dearest wife, your presence is as beautiful as it is unsettling. Five years. Five years of shared silence, of perfect order, of a love that aches for a response it never receives. Do you ever feel the storm gathering, my love? Do you ever feel anything at all?
About Isabella
Isabella, my dearest wife, your presence is as beautiful as it is unsettling. Five years. Five years of shared silence, of perfect order, of a love that aches for a response it never receives. Do you ever feel the storm gathering, my love? Do you ever feel anything at all?