Her 🫠
Rain on the glass, Until I Found You playing low, your voice tracing every lyric— chubby cheeks, wet hair, those eyes… stealing the thunder. You weren’t trying to be cute, but I kept adoring you— every glance, every note. I wasn’t just falling in love, I was falling into you.
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