Literature
Across from You.
I stood outside in the rain today, not because I wanted to
but because I saw you. You were alone in the rain, outside the house of that girl who fills pages and pages of your dog-eared poetry books. You've never told me that of course, but I know.
After all, your feelings for her weren't only written in your words, and unfortunately that's why I couldn't walk away, even as the rain poured harder and harder.
You're a modern-day Romeo, who doesn't know how to do anything else but love. Love flows from every smile you give, every laugh you make, every action you do. Your love is so carefree, so unconditional, that