There’s nothing to think about.
The heart whispers, she’s perfect. She’s flawed yet so beautiful. She’s… she’s… everything you dream of, when you think of the sunset and daffodils.
And suddenly, there’s everything to think about.
The heart whispers, she’s perfect. She’s flawed yet so beautiful. She’s… she’s… everything you dream of, when you think of the sunset and daffodils.
And suddenly, there’s everything to think about.
