Whispers in the rain lingered by the wind and each drop held unspoken words. The world around us is drenched, yet in the quiet between the storm, it's our whispers that fill the space-soft, fleeting, but unforgettable. The rain may wash everything a...
It's too late for me to take back my confession. My previously built-up confidence crumbles in front of me. Your gaze begins to lose warmth as I sense the breeze of the approaching storm. Uncertainty flowed down my skin like ripples of water, accompanied by a flood of questions I'm not sure if I'm entitled to ask from you. Before I lose sight of my own value, the answer to one of my questions appears right before my very eyes. You cannot love someone like me because you're reserving your heart for him.
