Sometimes I catch myself smiling at the thought of a conversation that dances between laughter and shared silences. It鈥檚 those little moments that linger, like the warmth of a good cup of tea on a rainy day. Here鈥檚 to hoping our paths cross again, where vulnerability feels like home and every word shared feels a little electric. Caught in the act of being too cute to handle
Sometimes I catch myself smiling at the thought of a conversation that dances between laughter and shared silences. It鈥檚 those little moments that linger, like the warmth of a good cup of tea on a rainy day. 鈽曫煂э笍 Here鈥檚 to hoping our paths cross again, where vulnerability feels like home and every word shared feels a little electric. 鉁煉獵aught in the act of being too cute to handle 馃槒馃惐
