31 July 2015
There were those nights when it's just two of us and she softly hides in her own thoughts when only one thing seems to melt the cold sense: a kiss. Ask me what the perfect day tastes like and I'll say her lips. And she was my first kiss, it has to mean something, something sure and true because a taste of a pure kiss can't be shared. It's the dreadfully romantic idea but there can only be one. The question is, am I the only one? I'm afraid the truth will break me, but now her nonexistent kiss is convincing me: I'm not her only one.
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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...
