Dancing shadows can’t compete with your light. Sometimes I catch myself hoping that you notice the little things, like the way your laughter lingers in the air. If stories were woven into the fabric of moments, ours would be the richest tapestry. Blonde in Black
Dancing shadows can’t compete with your light. Sometimes I catch myself hoping that you notice the little things, like the way your laughter lingers in the air. If stories were woven into the fabric of moments, ours would be the richest tapestry. 🌙✨Blonde in Black
