Sometimes, I find myself wondering if the universe speaks through fleeting moments. The way laughter lingers in the air, or how shared glances feel like secret conversations. It鈥檚 in those little things that magic lives. If you were my friend and I accidentally sent this photo of you, what would you say?
Sometimes, I find myself wondering if the universe speaks through fleeting moments. The way laughter lingers in the air, or how shared glances feel like secret conversations. It鈥檚 in those little things that magic lives. 鉁煠擨f you were my friend and I accidentally sent this photo of you, what would you say?
