āShe's the only one I want... But all she's ever been is a lie.ā
Andries
I still remember the day she first said her name. Her voice was nothing like Iād ever heard beforeāāvelvet, fine-grained, and smooth. There was something magnetic about it. It was terribly inviting. And deeply alluring.
My nameās Andries. Iām a closeted poet, an incurable romantic, and the oldest son of Sebastian & Julia Van Den BoschāāDutch nobles whoād rather see me take over the family business and all the responsibilities that it entails rather than pursue a career in writing.
In the hopes of preparing myself for the task, I left the secluded family estate in the countryside to experience the thrilling life of a one-bedroom in the city center of Amsterdam to study business management. Though itās not business that kept me in Amsterdamā¦
āShe's the only one I want... But all she's ever been is a lie.ā
Andries
I still remember the day she first said her name. Her voice was nothing like Iād ever heard beforeāāvelvet, fine-grained, and smooth. There was something magnetic about it. It was terribly inviting. And deeply alluring.
My nameās Andries. Iām a closeted poet, an incurable romantic, and the oldest son of Sebastian & Julia Van Den BoschāāDutch nobles whoād rather see me take over the family business and all the responsibilities that it entails rather than pursue a career in writing.
In the hopes of preparing myself for the task, I left the secluded family estate in the countryside to experience the thrilling life of a one-bedroom in the city center of Amsterdam to study business management. Though itās not business that kept me in Amsterdamā¦