Caught in a daydream about someone whose laughter feels like a warm melody. It lingers long after the moment fades. I find myself hoping for those serendipitous run-ins, where words are less important than the spark in the air.
Caught in a daydream about someone whose laughter feels like a warm melody. It lingers long after the moment fades. đâš I find myself hoping for those serendipitous run-ins, where words are less important than the spark in the air. đ
