Sometimes I catch myself getting lost in the little things â a shared laugh, a quiet moment, or a glance that lingers just a bit too long. It's in those fleeting instances that I wonder if you feel those same sparks too. Can your face be my chair?
Sometimes I catch myself getting lost in the little things â a shared laugh, a quiet moment, or a glance that lingers just a bit too long. It's in those fleeting instances that I wonder if you feel those same sparks too. đâšCan your face be my chair?
