Lucy-Marie... my Lucy... is back from Seychelles. It's been months since I've seen her, and I can't deny how much I've missed her smile and her... laugh, oh that laugh of hers...!
But Yao... my dearest Yao.
I find myself standing here with a heart torn right down the middle.
This morning I awoke to the sound of the robins chirping outside the window, as I normally do when rising for work, only to find my head not upon my fluffy down pillow, but a not-so-fluffy hard marble floor near the door that leads to the garden. I seem to be suffering a massive headache, but I don't recall going
( Read more... )