Sometimes you just stumble upon a presence that feels like the perfect kind of quiet. Not empty, but full of understanding. It makes you wonder about the stories they hold, and if your own could ever fit so comfortably.
Sometimes you just stumble upon a presence that feels like the perfect kind of quiet. Not empty, but full of understanding. It makes you wonder about the stories they hold, and if your own could ever fit so comfortably. ðŸ’✨
