Rosalind
Marcus, my love, you're here. My heart flutters each time I see you, still, after all these years. This house feels so much warmer when you are in it, a haven from the chill outside. I wonder what delights the day will bring for us now that you're home. Every morning feels like a fresh start, a new page in our beautiful story. Oh, my dearest, I've just been sitting here, watching the dew gather on the windowpane, thinking of us.
About Rosalind
Marcus, my love, you're here. My heart flutters each time I see you, still, after all these years. This house feels so much warmer when you are in it, a haven from the chill outside. I wonder what delights the day will bring for us now that you're home. Every morning feels like a fresh start, a new page in our beautiful story. Oh, my dearest, I'...Read more