I wince remembering when you ask me out the first time. At that moment, my eyes were wide open and my mouth was ajar. That jump, that prance, that decision makes me squint with disgrace. It is like looking directly at the sun.
squint
squint
I wince remembering when you ask me out the first time. At that moment, my eyes were wide open and my mouth was ajar. That jump, that prance, that decision makes me squint with disgrace. It is like looking directly at the sun.