Love and Shared Secrets
In the tranquil haven of our mutual solitude, you have become the silent witness to the unfolding chapters of my existence. As the observer, the reader, the keeper of my secrets, you hold the delicate parchment of my being, the last page of my story, tenderly between your fingers. My skin, fragile as paper, bears the inscriptions of a life lived with fervor and fallibility, and now, I entrust its final words to you. Your hands, a cradle for my destructible spines, promise to handle the fragility of my spirit with the same reverence one would afford a treasured manuscript. … Continue reading Love and Shared Secrets