Nishit Bariya

Maybe love was never about finding a perfect moment. Maybe it was abou Maybe love was never meant to be complicated. Maybe it looked like sun First flight. No games, buddy. 🚀 She said “no games” the dragon had ot just a quiet boy, empty stations, slow streets, and the kind of ordina just two hearts, a hidden waterfall, and the kind of afternoon that fe just one boy, ten quiet places, and the kind of journey that slowly te just one quiet heart, crossed-out faces, and the kind of silence that just two hearts, falling petals, and the kind of dance that makes the just two rivals, endless stars, and the kind of night that quietly rem just golden hair, drifting petals, and the kind of garden day that mak just two hearts, drifting cherry petals, and the kind of spring day th just a boy, a bouquet, and a day that slowly stopped feeling hopeful.