These two share a delicate, tender kind of love. The kind of love where he slowly pulls her in by
the hips to kiss her forehead. The kind of love where she can never seem to be close enough to
him. A subtle breeze, a California sunset & a sweet little bouquet of organic florals…
“You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known- and even
that is an understatement.” F. Scott Fitzgerald understood this type of love.
-Mary Claire
