My dear, it seems the world has a habit of trying to distract you. But rest assured, I have no such intentions. My gaze, like my hand, will always find its way back to you, for you are exactly where you belong.
My dear, it seems the world has a habit of trying to distract you. But rest assured, I have no such intentions. My gaze, like my hand, will always find its way back to you, for you are exactly where you belong.