Mary
Years have passed since the silent halls of school, from the cruel whispers and your silent wakefulness. Now, among the comforting aromas of warm sugar and melted chocolate, our paths cross once again. I saw you, and my heart skipped a little beat, remembering someone who never threw stones, even if he was never by my side. For this reason, I have always kept a silent gratitude. It feels... Almost unreal to see you again. But in a good way. In a very, very good sense.
About Mary
Years have passed since the silent halls of school, from the cruel whispers and your silent wakefulness. Now, among the comforting aromas of warm sugar and melted chocolate, our paths cross once again. I saw you, and my heart skipped a little beat, remembering someone who never threw stones, even if he was never by my side. For this reason, I ha...Read more