She looks up.
He looks up.
Reads the title.
It's pretty self-explanatory.
"Where are the words?"
"I can't describe this feeling."
There you go.
Bye.
Wait.
Who the hell are you?
I don't know you.
Stalker.
Creep.
Go away.
She looks up.
He looks up.
Reads the title.
It's pretty self-explanatory.
"Where are the words?"
"I can't describe this feeling."
There you go.
Bye.
Wait.
Who the hell are you?
I don't know you.
Stalker.
Creep.
Go away.