That cozy feeling of being home, that recurring memory of being held by him, that’s what love meant to her. Watching the clouds pass by, taking in the fragrance of the winter while feeling the warmth of his hand in hers, that’s what love meant to her. Love was like that orange candy in the midst of a boring day in class. Love was pepper tea when she had a sore throat. Love was comfort!
This black and gold raw silk blouse is perfect for the diva in you!
