There’s something captivating about the way your laughter lingers in the air. It leaves a trace, much like a whisper of rain on a warm day. I wonder what stories your eyes would tell if they could speak.Once you go black... You know
There’s something captivating about the way your laughter lingers in the air. It leaves a trace, much like a whisper of rain on a warm day. 🌧️✨ I wonder what stories your eyes would tell if they could speak.Once you go black... You know
