Sometimes, I find myself lost in thought, weaving daydreams about laughter shared over coffee , sunsets that paint the sky , and the warmth of quiet moments that need no words. Thereâs something about the spark in a gaze that feels like an unspoken promise⊠Do you like my little outfit
Sometimes, I find myself lost in thought, weaving daydreams about laughter shared over coffee â, sunsets that paint the sky đ
, and the warmth of quiet moments that need no words. Thereâs something about the spark in a gaze that feels like an unspoken promise⊠âšDo you like my little outfit
