
I swear, you're almost as innocent as a natural disaster but as contagious as any sexually transmitted disease.
But I've just been diagnosed with love and the doctors informed me that I'm dying. Will you be by my bedside?
The rain seems to always wash away the pain, but inside every gap of this ordinary town will be people; carrying umbrellas, shielding themselves from this eccentric beauty as the sun hits the precise angle that will create the shadows of our favorite silhouette and I will remember that you were the only person who gave me my perfect storm.
This almost made me laugh. Then it almost made me cry.
ReplyDeleteNice work. Very clever. Keep it up.