When the Rain Stops Falling
13 Bagian Sedang dalam proses I promised myself that when the rain stops falling, I would stop loving him. It was like a vow whispered to winds, because loving him felt like chasing your shadows, like grasping to something you never meant to held but still lingers in your thoughts. I still remember the first time our eyes met, the way our stolen glances speaks something neither of us could define. It was like a scene straight out of a rom-com film, however, things are not what we imagine it to be.
I never believed in love at first sight, I thought it was an absurd thing. It wasn't until I met "him" and that alone changed my perception. Yet, a part of me remained unchanged, knowing the fact that I shouldn't have fallen. And most of all, I knew it shouldn't have been him.
My name is Reese, and this is the story of how I met my first love - the one who never saw me the way I saw him. If only he had acknowledged my feelings, perhaps things could have been different. In this world where emotions are unpredictable, I learned that sometimes, love is not just about being seen rather it's about finding the courage to be heard and the willingness of the feelings to be reciprocated by another. It is about two hearts willing to meet halfway, about timing, about fate-and sometimes, about learning to let go when the rain finally stops.