Sometimes I wonder if the warmth in the air is real or just the spark of a passing glance. Itâs the little moments that linger, like a soft melody stuck in my thoughts. I find myself looking for those unexpected connections; the kind that feel a bit like sunshine on a chilly day.
Sometimes I wonder if the warmth in the air is real or just the spark of a passing glance. đ Itâs the little moments that linger, like a soft melody stuck in my thoughts. đ¶ I find myself looking for those unexpected connections; the kind that feel a bit like sunshine on a chilly day. đ€ïž
