So Many Cute People, But Only One Who Makes My Heart Flutter

Crowded rooms blur, but a single pair of feet holds all my attention. It’s not just beauty; it’s the private signals she sends: a stocking smoothed over a calf, a sock rolled at the ankle, the slight hesitate before she changes position. Those small gestures are a language I’ve learned to read — a curl of toes that sparks a smile, a bare heel that brushes a calf with casual precision. In a sea of cute faces, that singular set of feet becomes an obsession: the way nylon catches light, the softness of cotton after a long day, and the intimate promise in each idle stretch. I follow that quiet music, imagining the stories those soles could tell and how gladly I would trace them.