I don’t dare write her name...maybe because I loved her. And to love without knowing seems pitiful, shameful even. Yeah, I’m ashamed to have been so blind.
Letters from Exile: Ch 7 & 8
Letters from Exile: Ch 7 & 8
Letters from Exile: Ch 7 & 8
I don’t dare write her name...maybe because I loved her. And to love without knowing seems pitiful, shameful even. Yeah, I’m ashamed to have been so blind.