❝He doesn’t speak. He never has.
But the way he holds an umbrella over you,
how his eyes linger when you’re about to cry…
Somehow, silence has never felt so loud.❞
❝He doesn’t speak. He never has.
But the way he holds an umbrella over you,
how his eyes linger when you’re about to cry…
Somehow, silence has never felt so loud.❞