His Love Mine Illusion

Rain gently taps against the café window, turning the world outside into a blur of city lights and passing strangers. Inside, the air is warm with the scent of coffee and the quiet murmur of conversations.

You are eighteen, and I am thirteen. I know the years between us create a distance we can never cross, but that doesn't mean I can't cherish this small moment we share. Here, in this café, with the rain falling outside, time seems to slow down.

I don't expect anything more-just this fleeting warmth, the quiet laughter, and the understanding we share without words. The world outside is restless, never giving us the peace we long for. But for now, with the rain as our witness, this moment is enough.
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cafe, Rain and Love.