blossomfully: It’s never going to happen, you’ll never see me in the way I see you, through these rose coloured spectacles. You’ll never look at me and feel your heart skip a beat, your stomach twist and your breathing quicken. You’ll never smile
blossomfully: It’s never going to happen, you’ll never see me in the way I see you, through these rose coloured spectacles. You’ll never look at me and feel your heart skip a beat, your stomach twist and your breathing quicken. You’ll never smile
