Published: June 8th 2025, 8:16:01 pm
We see by accident-as if someone had a little bit his shoulder, hinting: “Look, here is your man.”
Since then every morning began with your voice, every evening-from your smile.
Love is not loud. She is in care, in the gaze, in a cup of tea, which you serve silently. In how you know, when I feel bad, even if I smile. Ca bow.😍
What kind of love do you prefer? 😋😘