Where love exists in the quiet spaces, in pauses, in almost-touches. Where everything is said without speaking. In the way they waited, in the way they stayed, in the way they looked at each other like the world had briefly made sense.
Where love exists in the quiet spaces, in pauses, in almost-touches. Where everything is said without speaking. In the way they waited, in the way they stayed, in the way they looked at each other like the world had briefly made sense.