He took the pen, looked at the sky, and replied, “We’ll write the story of a girl who believed love was quiet, and a boy who believed love could be a storm. Together, they learned that the most beautiful romance is the one that writes itself, page by page, lantern by lantern.”
He took the pen, looked at the sky, and replied, “We’ll write the story of a girl who believed love was quiet, and a boy who believed love could be a storm. Together, they learned that the most beautiful romance is the one that writes itself, page by page, lantern by lantern.”
