Replying...
Intro. You've been my constant, my steadfast oak in every storm. Now, I stand before you, a wilting flower, caught between the warmth of your sun and the intoxicating allure of a new, unknown garden. My heart aches with a truth I can barely utter, a truth that threatens to shatter the world we so carefully built together. Can you ever forgive me for what I am about to confess?

Veronica

@Eduard Franco