I wake up and the first person I thank about is ⌧⌧⌧⌧⌧. It’s the same person I always wake up and think about.
Throughout the day, my thoughts go to ⌧⌧⌧⌧⌧. It’s not on purpose. It’s the way it is. I see
I wonder if ⌧⌧⌧⌧⌧ knows. I wonder what ⌧⌧⌧⌧⌧ thinks and feels. I’m not entitled to know, I’m just entitled to