They say a kiss on the forehead is about caring. And on the neck is about desire. And I wonder: what if a person kisses both sides?
What if someone appears in my life not only with a kind look, but also with a spark that ignites?
Sometimes it seems to me that I am silently flirting with space - with my eyes, my smile, my intonation. Just so that the Universe hears: "Hey, I'm ready for something real. And a little crazy."
I don't want a banal story. But so that somewhere between coffee and the evening city, that same chemistry is born... without questions, without scripts.