Sometimes I catch myself getting lost in the little things — a shared laugh, a quiet moment, or a glance that lingers just a bit too long. It's in those fleeting instances that I wonder if you feel those same sparks too. Can your face be my chair?
Sometimes I catch myself getting lost in the little things — a shared laugh, a quiet moment, or a glance that lingers just a bit too long. It's in those fleeting instances that I wonder if you feel those same sparks too. 🌌✨Can your face be my chair?
