Well it's spring break I miss her so much but I can't see her we try to call as much as possible. We started talking bout flowers when she got really quiet suddenly she got really quit suddenly she said logan that's the name for our daughter. I ask her what is it love. She says rose all I can do is smile as she tells me. The names perfect I tell her grinning from ear to ear. As I lay down that night I smile as I dream of our sweet rose she has her mothers wonderful eyes I say as I drift to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
the lost angel
Roman d'amoura story of a love so pure heaven itself stood in wonder
