In a crowded room, I sometimes catch myself looking your way, wondering what dreams might drift behind those eyes. It's like our thoughts could dance if we ever spoke. Just a fleeting thought, but wouldn't it be nice to share a laugh over something only we find funny?
In a crowded room, I sometimes catch myself looking your way, wondering what dreams might drift behind those eyes. It's like our thoughts could dance if we ever spoke. Just a fleeting thought, but wouldn't it be nice to share a laugh over something only we find funny? 🌌✨
