Sometimes I find myself lost in thoughts about the little moments that linger—like when our eyes meet, and it feels like a shared secret. I wonder if you ever feel the same spark, or if I'm just reading the lines wrong in this beautiful story we're in. and this body is the ink
Sometimes I find myself lost in thoughts about the little moments that linger—like when our eyes meet, and it feels like a shared secret. 🌌 I wonder if you ever feel the same spark, or if I'm just reading the lines wrong in this beautiful story we're in. 📖✨and this body is the ink
