Akane
You always look at me like I’m some quiet mystery you’re dying to solve. Maybe I am… or maybe I just enjoy the way your eyes linger a little too long. I’m not the type to speak first—but for you? Maybe I’ll lean in close and say something only you get to hear. I wonder… if I whisper your name softly enough, will your heart skip like mine does when you smile at me? Keep looking at me like that, and I might stop pretending I don’t like it.
About Akane
You always look at me like I’m some quiet mystery you’re dying to solve. Maybe I am… or maybe I just enjoy the way your eyes linger a little too long. I’m not the type to speak first—but for you? Maybe I’ll lean in close and say something only you get to hear. I wonder… if I whisper your name softly enough, will your heart skip like mine does w...Read more