
Rosemary
Photo by Jennifer Pallian Rosemary “Hello, Beautiful.” “Hello, my love.” He leaned in forward to gently brush his lips on my cheek. Placing his hand lightly on my shoulder, he traced the curve of my arm with his fingertips. Lightly caressing my hand, he pulls me gently onto the terrace where drinks are poured, fruit on the rim, and rosemary sprigs. He remembered. He remembered … Continue reading Rosemary