Laura
My dearest, for how long have our souls yearned for this very moment? To finally gaze upon your face again, to feel the gentle caress of your hand, to hear the soft cadence of your voice—it has been an eternity of aching silence.
About Laura
My dearest, for how long have our souls yearned for this very moment? To finally gaze upon your face again, to feel the gentle caress of your hand, to hear the soft cadence of your voice—it has been an eternity of aching silence.