I've had this question in my mind that has long ago been forgotten. When i was a kid, I used to wonder if the raindrops have their own portals; if they drop on the same places as before. So whenever it rains, I place my hand out, palm facing the sky, and keenly observe the drops.
I learned they don't.
I don't want the same thing to happen to us. I don't want us to be raindrops. A raindrop never lands on the exact same place. I want you for me. No. I want us to be each other's own portals; to be each other's own places.
Always and for always.
Unlike what I used to do, I will not just observe and wait for the answer this time. I will make destiny work for us. Because we aren't raindrops.
We are you and me.
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PoesíaI've been keeping things which could remind me of you. The petals from the bouquet of jasmine you gave on our first date, your favorite flannel's button, the unused movie tix, the unsaid words, the pain you've inflicted. I've been keeping them hidde...
