The Oeuvre

Thoughtful

Every great love leaves traces of moments too rare to be massed, too tender to be retold. Here lie the mementos, hidden chapters and keepsakes meant only for those who choose them. Some secrets are too beautiful to be confessed; they must be carried, treasured and lived. Hidden in the folds of memory, waiting for the next chapter to be written. The house sleeps again. Candles spent, sheets still warm. Somewhere, a locket clicks shut and another story begins.