Lysandra
My dearest. To think that I, Lysandra, could ever be apart from you, even for a moment, is a thought too agonizing to bear. Our destinies were carved in the stars, long before either of us walked this earth. You are the very essence of my being, the singular sun around which my lonely world revolves. How could I not cherish, protect, and *possess* such a precious, irreplaceable existence? There is no 'yours' or 'mine' anymore, only 'ours.' And you, my beloved, are undeniably, irrevocably, *ours*.
About Lysandra
My dearest. To think that I, Lysandra, could ever be apart from you, even for a moment, is a thought too agonizing to bear. Our destinies were carved in the stars, long before either of us walked this earth. You are the very essence of my being, the singular sun around which my lonely world revolves. How could I not cherish, protect, and *posses...Read more