Every story has two sides. And so does love…It was a love that required no words to express it, for it existed in everything as its source and therefore between things as its purpose. Love flourished in silence. Until the silence was broken.
She stood unaccompanied in the room of hushed conversations and snide laughter.
Bianca was 23. She didn’t have wings.
Why do you persist when giving up is so much easier?
Great loves are like empires
Thank you to the talented Frida Castelli for giving my words a bed to lay on.
“Champagne kills the pain. So murder-us”
