I wake up Valentine’s Day to an empty bed.
The pink hearts and cute cupcakes we made don’t make the sheets warm. They don’t hold me strong and whisper hope and connect deep.

I wake up Valentine’s Day to an empty bed.
The pink hearts and cute cupcakes we made don’t make the sheets warm. They don’t hold me strong and whisper hope and connect deep.

Thanks for that link, Keri. Nice reflection she gave us.