I often wonder if the quiet moments we share are just the calm before a beautiful storm. Thereâs something electric in the air when we lock eyes, like weâre both writing an unspoken story. I find myself smiling at the thought of what might be next⊠Are you ready to fall on your knees?
I often wonder if the quiet moments we share are just the calm before a beautiful storm. đ§ïžâš Thereâs something electric in the air when we lock eyes, like weâre both writing an unspoken story. I find myself smiling at the thought of what might be next⊠đâšAre you ready to fall on your knees?
