Rooftops and Sunsets

"True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen." ~Francois de La Rochefoucauld

People say love works in very mysterious ways. That no one can really tell what had struck them until it chooses to make them realize and recognize that strange yet somehow familiar rush when one has fallen from that ledge. Back then, I only laughed at their faces. After all, everything must have some kind of explanation on it, scientific or near its line.

I never believed in love. Not even once.

Then a random girl prancing around underneath the steady downpour of rain in front of my house caught my attention. Sure, we exchanged a few words and greetings, and I thought that was it. First and last time meeting each other...

Boy, was I so wrong for that assumption.