15 July 2015
She used to tell people that it was like the world was drawn with a dull piece of charcoal. That was before me. Now she sees things my way, it makes a little more sense. If I'm meant for anything, it's to show her the world. Is that so bad? The quiet morning like the many before it, calm and comfortable, but comfort can be terribly blinding. The difference with this particular morning is in a call. She smiles, for who I wonder? I can't see anymore.
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Like A Raindrop
RomanceFalling for someone is like being a raindrop falling from the sky. I think that's what she meant when she told me that she wanted to be a raindrop. She wanted to love someone, and today, she found someone to fall with, to fall for. Today, she was...
