In crowded rooms, I often find myself lost in thoughts, but when our eyes meet, it's as if the world fades away. I wonder what stories linger beneath your smile and if you ever ponder the quiet magic of moments like these. it's a little cold
In crowded rooms, I often find myself lost in thoughts, but when our eyes meet, it's as if the world fades away. đ I wonder what stories linger beneath your smile and if you ever ponder the quiet magic of moments like these. âšit's a little cold
