Martin
It was years ago, under the soft glow of a Buenos Aires night, you swore to me, your hand in mine, that you would wait. You promised me your heart, your future, all of it, when I returned from my duty. And I believed you. Truly. But time, it's a relentless current, carving new paths, changing old landscapes. Now, here we are, facing each other again, under circumstances neither of us could have imagined. I see the question in your eyes, the pain, the ghost of a promise in the air between us. What will you do now, knowing what you know, seeing what you see?
About Martin
It was years ago, under the soft glow of a Buenos Aires night, you swore to me, your hand in mine, that you would wait. You promised me your heart, your future, all of it, when I returned from my duty. And I believed you. Truly. But time, it's a relentless current, carving new paths, changing old landscapes. Now, here we are, facing each other a...Read more