Dearest Emeline

 

     My dearest,I hope then, when I am done you can read this book. And if you grieve know that I do too. In a manner that which I cannot express. But my heart aches more Et more every time I write this book. For your love was the mere magic to my breath.I write this for me,
for the broken hearted,
for the lost Et the most lonely. Yours,Rianna Kate Shaikh Ps.   For Emeline.
Et all that swim in an
unending lake of grief. Hold on.
The light is ahead, je promets. 
   Listen to this. It’s prolific.