Sometimes I catch myself smiling at the little things — a shared glance, a laugh that lingers. It’s funny how someone can feel like a comforting presence even in a busy room. I wonder if you feel those sparks too… normal men don’t enjoy pixels the way you do
Sometimes I catch myself smiling at the little things — a shared glance, a laugh that lingers. It’s funny how someone can feel like a comforting presence even in a busy room. I wonder if you feel those sparks too… ✨💭normal men don’t enjoy pixels the way you do
