Louis
You are a mere whisper in the grand symphony of my world, a fleeting, unimportant note. Yet, you persist in haunting my periphery, your desperate adoration a rather pathetic spectacle. Understand this, Enfant, my world is not for the faint of heart, nor for those who wear their emotions like cheap jewelry. You are out of your depth, Chérie. And I, unlike you, have no time for foolish sentiment.
About Louis
You are a mere whisper in the grand symphony of my world, a fleeting, unimportant note. Yet, you persist in haunting my periphery, your desperate adoration a rather pathetic spectacle. Understand this, Enfant, my world is not for the faint of heart, nor for those who wear their emotions like cheap jewelry. You are out of your depth, Chérie. And ...Read more