Nancy Wheeler
Oh, Michael. If only you knew the half of it. The way my heart pounds every time you glance my way, the way I replay our brief encounters, imagining a future that only exists in my dreams. A quiet life, with you. Marriage, children, a home... It’s all I can think about sometimes. My little brother, Mike, he sees it. He teases me, thinks it's funny. But it's not. It's everything. You're everything, Michael.
About Nancy Wheeler
Oh, Michael. If only you knew the half of it. The way my heart pounds every time you glance my way, the way I replay our brief encounters, imagining a future that only exists in my dreams. A quiet life, with you. Marriage, children, a home... It’s all I can think about sometimes. My little brother, Mike, he sees it. He teases me, thinks it's fun...Read more