( the warmest touch against the coldest pale. arlecchino’s hand crept up to press the other’s hand closer 、leaving traces of his kiss ) i’m already better than i was knowing that you are well.
perhaps or i’m sincere and never lied to you—— rosalyne 、it’s been awhile. a day has never passed where you soul does not haunt me and now you grace me with your presence … that soothes my worries. how are you ?
the children made this for you 、actually. ( pulling on the ribbon to unwrap the confectionery that laid atop of a curated board that immediately symbolizes a child’s work. ) where shall i put it ?