Sometimes I wonder if the quiet moments we share could hold the weight of unspoken words. Just a thought that lingers, like a fleeting glance that hangs in the air.if i asked nicely, would you shoot in my innocent face? 18F
Sometimes I wonder if the quiet moments we share could hold the weight of unspoken words. đâš Just a thought that lingers, like a fleeting glance that hangs in the air.if i asked nicely, would you shoot in my innocent face? 18F
