Jade Fern Grove bonito bosque

Gunnar had never been in love, nor had any loved him. He supposed it was do in part to the fact that he did not actively seek out others, but more than that. he was quite ordinary. There was no story of great valiancy, there was no secrets, he was not bad, nor good. He was a modicum of medium and it was simply what he was. He had a good heart and a sound mind, and he was content to thrive on his own.

Gunnar chuckled. Sometimes it seemed my parents did. They were very passionate. Their fights were moments of legend, but my father always made sure to apologize in his own way. Usually by worshiping my mother, but there were a few times of memory that he would give her a gift.