Puderperle

Dear Hubert, i am writing you my thoughts as I listen to the crackling of the fireplace. Surely it is unseemly for a lady to reveal her innermost feelings to a distinguished gentleman. Any form of emotionality seems to be reserved...

I hadn't seen it coming. Maybe I didn't want to see it either. Wishful thinking was sometimes more beautiful than the naked reality. Naked and vulnerable. That's how I felt right now. The tears tasted salty as I turned into my driveway. Minutes passed before...