Sometimes I catch myself lost in thoughts about the quiet moments we share. There's a certain spark in the air when we talk, a blend of curiosity and comfort. Itâs like our own little world, where laughter feels like a secret language. Just a thought that makes me smile.The world is beautiful because I exist.
Sometimes I catch myself lost in thoughts about the quiet moments we share. There's a certain spark in the air when we talk, a blend of curiosity and comfort. Itâs like our own little world, where laughter feels like a secret language. đâš Just a thought that makes me smile.The world is beautiful because I exist.
