I just wish she was still here... the moment we said "I love you" a last time, is forever in my mind. I am haunted by her ghost in my rooms, where she once was, and I felt complete.
A life is lived, while another one was being wasted. Before feeling her presence. She was remembered everyday, while I was forgotten, like a dream from years ago.
My existence is not the same without her. I question what is it without her, and how her vastly different existence complements mine. Another text with an absurd amount of references by me.
I only just completed what is commonly and far too often reputed for its excellence the love language quiz. Now granted, I love horoscopes, or at least did,
Vera is hired as a governess for a wealthy family. Her employers, though, have dark secrets they wish to keep away from prying eyes.
Will Vera be able to resist Mr. Lombard's dark charm?