❤❤❤ CALEB ❤❤❤
Glued against Victoria's door, I could hear her crying hot tears which had the gift of tearing the hair on my pulpit. It makes me sick to be the author of her pain and not to be able to take her in my arms to console her and...
❤❤❤ CALEB ❤❤❤
Glued against Victoria's door, I could hear her crying hot tears which had the gift of tearing the hair on my pulpit. It makes me sick to be the author of her pain and not to be able to take her in my arms to console her and...