It's raining.
Pitter patter, pitter patter
I could see him through my window, listening to music again. If I called out his name, would he even look at me?
Sigh.
"Jace!" I had to try, right?
He didn't look, though.
"Jace!" I tried again.
Still nothing.
I would just approach him tomorrow.
YOU ARE READING
From Afar
Poetry"I knew there’s magic between two people who falls in love with each other. That there was this invisible tie that cupid connected to their pinky fingers. And I was thinking, maybe cupid did that to us as well." ~ Emma
