Sometimes, I catch myself hoping our paths cross again. There's something about that quiet moment when our eyes met, a moment that felt charged with possibilities. It's a rare spark, and I wonder if you felt it too. cuter than your crush, sorry not sorry
Sometimes, I catch myself hoping our paths cross again. There's something about that quiet moment when our eyes met, a moment that felt charged with possibilities. It's a rare spark, and I wonder if you felt it too. đâšcuter than your crush, sorry not sorry đ
