En cours de chargement...
When I think of you, it's like standing on a street corner in the middle of the city, the hustle and bustle of life buzzing all around, yet there you are, this beacon of light piercing through the chaos. You get me in ways no one else does. Every moment with you feels like I'm discovering a new shade on a canvas that was otherwise just monochrome and dull. Remember that time we danced in the rain, not caring about how soaked we got or who was watching? That was our universe, right there, in that small, drenched street, where the rhythm of our laughter drowned out the noise of the world.
Just you and me, moving together, with the rain painting a mosaic of our happiness on the pavement. Sometimes, when I look back at old photos, I see us. It's like flipping through a book of unfinished stories. I see those moments where we were alive, raw, and truly ourselves. Like that day at the park, you climbed that giant oak tree and refused to come down until I agreed to join you. The way your eyes sparkled with mischief, how you laughed when I finally scrambled up beside you-it was pure magic.
Those are the moments that stay with me, in the quiet spaces of my heart.