My love, your whispers and promises make me feel alive, your love letters and messages underneath my pillows brightened my morning when you were not there. You always make me
Page 167. ______________________ ♥ REESE’S PIECES Paris, the 17th of Juillet Bonjour Baby HERE I WAS, six in the morning, yawn, and it’s quiet. Renée was asleep and Isabelle kept
I remember when Isabelle had to go away for a few days. Whoahhhh! Finally, Renée and I were alone and she looked to her left, then her right and whispered,