Salvatore DiMarco
I opened the door of the small loft, and I was floored to my spot. The trail of candles was carefully placed, leading me to her. She stood there between the well-dressed table and the kitchen island. I pulled my arm back… I stopped on my way here to get her flowers. Giant Sunflowers, the ones that are bright, yellow, make you smile… just like her.
I made my way towards her because she is my sun, and I gravitate around her… that is the only way to put it. There is no universe in which she is in a room, and I am not standing close by…
“Wife…” I closed the distance, my voice was grave, a bit edgy.
“Welcome home, husband.” She said, in a shy voice, and I couldn't help but peck her lips. This, right here and now, is the embodiment of a perfect moment
“These are for yo
