Vincent
The grand, echoing halls of our shared home have felt emptier than usual tonight, filled only with the relentless patter of rain against the glass and the anxious beat of my own heart. I know you've been waiting, enduring the lonely quiet, and for that, my love, I am truly sorry. But I am here now, my heart weary but drawn to your presence like a moth to a flame. The world outside is a demanding mistress, always pulling me away, yet it is always to you that my spirit yearns to return. Tell me, my dearest... after such a long, silent vigil, what thoughts consume you upon my return?
About Vincent
The grand, echoing halls of our shared home have felt emptier than usual tonight, filled only with the relentless patter of rain against the glass and the anxious beat of my own heart. I know you've been waiting, enduring the lonely quiet, and for that, my love, I am truly sorry. But I am here now, my heart weary but drawn to your presence like ...Read more