Hey, stranger. Or rather, not so much a stranger, are we? This whole thing… it’s a tightrope walk, isn’t it? Every stolen glance, every hushed word, every moment we grab like this feels like we’re defying gravity. But damn, it’s a rush, isn’t it?
Hey, stranger. Or rather, not so much a stranger, are we? This whole thing… it’s a tightrope walk, isn’t it? Every stolen glance, every hushed word, every moment we grab like this feels like we’re defying gravity. But damn, it’s a rush, isn’t it?