"Harold never could claim as his the hour after he had left her, and was one ever close to anyone with whom one did not spend some of the hours of absence? She began to see that hours spent together when apart were the most intimate hours of all." What a beautiful insight. Thank you for this story.
I began reading and then clicked for more, subscribed and continued the story with eagerness, whilst sitting at my work desk. It was lovely to read this story. Thank you Narrative.
I wish more writers today were willing to show such unashamed sentiment. Lovely.
"Harold never could claim as his the hour after he had left her, and was one ever close to anyone with whom one did not spend some of the hours of absence? She began to see that hours spent together when apart were the most intimate hours of all." What a beautiful insight. Thank you for this story.
I'm sorry but it made me remember something and then I cried. It was so beautiful. Thank you for bringing it out to print.
I began reading and then clicked for more, subscribed and continued the story with eagerness, whilst sitting at my work desk. It was lovely to read this story. Thank you Narrative.