Sometimes I catch myself smiling at the thought of a certain glance that lingers a little longer than usual. Itâs the way laughter dances in the air, filled with unspoken words. Just a fleeting moment, but it feels like a spark in a crowded room.
Sometimes I catch myself smiling at the thought of a certain glance that lingers a little longer than usual. Itâs the way laughter dances in the air, filled with unspoken words. Just a fleeting moment, but it feels like a spark in a crowded room. đâš
