Escaping to the seaside with Bronte, brings a whole new meaning to that ever so cliche word "cute". Leaving my heart melting to its inner core she dances between glass windows & wooden decks showing me what a real seaside getaway should have been like all these years.
Adorning all but some slivers of silk & lace she has me questioning every decision I have ever made, my eyes stay fixated on her, I can't stop staring. I think to myself that everything is picture perfect when she is around, nothing can go wrong, she can do no wrong & I can't afford to never have this moment again. I'll do anything to hold onto this, the now - to project this fading spark further into the rifts of time. I'm addicted to her presence - my one true vice & escape; she is in my veins.