A String of Sweet Messages

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dear boy,

you saved my notebook. you made sure the ink didn't run down the pages and you made sure the words weren't washed away by the surprising rain.

you must've been there at the park for a while, seeing me sitting cross-legged on the itchy grass and writing. well, you probably weren't there to look at me, i'm not the type of girl who everyone stares at because of her beauty.

thing is you saw the clouds overhead, yet i didn't even pay attention to the wary skies as i scribbled those little pictures next to my previous poetry. you saw the downpour coming and you saved my work, my everything, my poetry book.

you simply walked over and held out your umbrella, of course i mumbled a little 'no thanks', i didn't know about the rain. then you insisted as the first little droplet hit my page, smearing the single word 'love'.

i still denied but you were stubborn and you opened the umbrella over my little brunette head. that whole interaction was silent until you had to utter something, and that something was filled with sarcasm.

"you're welcome." those were the words you uttered and they stuck in my head as we just stood there. the downpour departed as fast as it had came and so did you, but as you left me in awe you turned back and waved, a silly smile on your face.

that smile was captured by the shutter of my blinking eyes. one blink, click. and the image was saved forever, tucked in the back of my head.

i don't even know your name, i just remember that smile, those freckles, the brown eyes that sparkled when the sun finally shone, and last but not least , the scars that lined your wrist that showed as you held up the umbrella.

i wish i knew who you were, boy.

☯❁☯❁☯

- the girl in the rain.