I just miss you Maybe a new disease of sort, missing you has become a religion, a one-man cult, that begins and ends with yours screwly. I just miss you — all the time. Like Bombay misses winter. Or maybe worse. I don’t know. I just miss you I miss your presence,
Her missing wink
Her missing wink
Her missing wink
I just miss you Maybe a new disease of sort, missing you has become a religion, a one-man cult, that begins and ends with yours screwly. I just miss you — all the time. Like Bombay misses winter. Or maybe worse. I don’t know. I just miss you I miss your presence,