Everything I never quite managed to say out loud, in one place you can keep.
Edinburgh. October. Rain, obviously.
A bookshop with a broken bell, and you, laughing at the wrong moment in the quietest room in the city.
I forgot what I came in for. I never really left.
Ten years. Ten small lights.
Touch each one.
Elena,
Ten years ago you laughed at the wrong moment, and I have been collecting the sound ever since.
I am not good at saying things out loud. You know this. You have watched me try. So I built you somewhere quiet, where all of it could be said properly, and where none of it can wilt.
Every year with you is my favourite year.
James
Ten lights, one decade.
They are yours to keep now.
This is an example, with a fictional couple. A real commission is built like this around your story.
Hand-built from £79. One private link. Kept forever.