Sometimes I catch myself smiling at the little things that remind me of you鈥攍ike the way the light hits the leaves or how laughter seems to linger in the air. There's a unique kind of magic in the ordinary when you鈥檙e around. would you let me sit on you in this?
Sometimes I catch myself smiling at the little things that remind me of you鈥攍ike the way the light hits the leaves or how laughter seems to linger in the air. There's a unique kind of magic in the ordinary when you鈥檙e around. 鉁煃僿ould you let me sit on you in this? 馃槈
