We fell in love through screens, through satellites that carried our words across the aching void. Night after night, we spoke about hands on bodies and lips on skin.
《Just me, him, and the moon》
As winter gave way to summer, the dust motes dancing in the sunlight blurred into pixels, and i gave my heart to a photograph. Baby, running after you is like chasing the clouds.
《Just me, him, and the moon》
As winter gave way to summer, the dust motes dancing in the sunlight blurred into pixels, and i gave my heart to a photograph. Baby, running after you is like chasing the clouds.