how we stole hours from the moon, weaving our hearts with words, until love took root and flourished beneath the stars’ gentle gaze, ever unspoken yet deeply felt
- late nights texting him
how we stole hours from the moon, weaving our hearts with words, until love took root and flourished beneath the stars’ gentle gaze, ever unspoken yet deeply felt
- late nights texting him
the perfect sunday ♥️
the perfect sunday ♥️