I’m the kind of girl you notice in a crowd — not because I speak the loudest, but because you can’t look away. There’s something in my eyes — quiet, icy, playful — like I’m reading you before you even say a word. I won’t tell you too much… I’d rather you feel it.
I love when someone takes their time — with looks, with words, with intention. When you don’t rush, I notice every detail. A glance that lingers, a compliment with meaning, a silence that says more than speech.