The weight of a shared glance lingers between ties, one hand still on the other’s sleeve, the backpack forgotten on the...

The weight of a shared glance lingers between ties, one hand still on the other’s sleeve, the backpack forgotten on the stones. The water hums, but neither moves. #romantic

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