Sometimes, I wonder if the way you laugh could make even the stars jealous. Itâs like a little secret between us, woven into the quiet moments. If only those glances could tell stories. đ©·
Sometimes, I wonder if the way you laugh could make even the stars jealous. Itâs like a little secret between us, woven into the quiet moments. đâš If only those glances could tell stories. đđ«đđ©·