π¬ Love
Dearest Cecilia, Youβd be forgiven for thinking me mad, the way I acted this afternoon. The truth is I feel rather light headed and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I donβt think I can blame the heat.
Dearest Cecilia, Youβd be forgiven for thinking me mad, the way I acted this afternoon. The truth is I feel rather light headed and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I donβt think I can blame the heat.